Mom had washhed her face and body from the sex fluids generated by the black priest. As we sat on the dinner table, granddad addressed Tyrone"I am sor...y Father Tyrone for what I did earlier. I shouldn't have acted based on prejudice. My son told me what you are doing and I want to say I'm sorry" Don't worry c***d. I forgive you"The thought of the young Father Tyrone addressing my mature grandpa as c***d (in the parish, religious sense of way) was weird for me.Mom put the salad on the table and. Oh, yeah, a definite must for me now. I would never have thought of that a year ago.Bulging arm muscles are now a must for me, too. Not obscenely big, like a tree trunk. But takes both of my hands to encircle his biceps. That for me is the perfect male bicep size for me now. The muscles covered in tight, smooth, chocolate brown skin, of course!When his shirt comes off, there have to be perfect muscles, from his shoulders all the way down to his waist. Muscle after beautiful muscle after HOT. What a looser!" laughed MistressSamantha."Fuck....she is pathetic.....boooo......fag....cock slut," came from theaudience.Again winnings were taken and then it was Mistress Samantha's turn. Sheused a ten inch strap on and the fuck was savage and brutal, I managed abetter performance at nine minutes fifty seconds this time however and myclimax was a dribble. The final Mistress was Mistress Gemma. Her strap onwas rather strange. It was a lot smaller and had a downward kink."Ready....Go!"She. ” He said and headed to the bathroom. I wandered about naked as I listened to him let the cum out of his butt. The practical intimacy was lovely. I found myself in his parents room and curiosity got the better of me. I opened a dresser drawer and held his mothers knickers in my hand. Inevitably I sniffed them. I don’t know why but the naughtiness was worthwhile. My tongue flicked the gusset as I thought to myself - ‘I fuck your boy!’I washed up and we both got into his bed naked and talked..