It would be long before I would see my home again.It was in the middle of the eighteenth century of Our Lord's Providence that I found myself in a str...nge country. I had learned some of the language, but had never spoken it with a native of that land. The language I had learned was the language of the learned. The peasants I encountered during my first days on the continent seemed to be speaking gibberish, so different was it from the bookish tongue I had essayed. But, as it should be, my. After a few minutes I couldn’t take much more of my dad sucking my cock. I felt my balls tighten and tried to hold back from my inevitable climax. I moaned and tried to warn him that I was about to cum. He didn’t back off, just kept sucking and throating my cock in a frenzy. Finally I couldn't hold it anymore and I began to unload in his mouth. As soon as the first spurt of cum hit his mouth he began bucking in my throat and slammed his cock deep unloading his massive load. I lost count of how. "Well, I don't get it either." Karen said nibbling a fry. "You guys are perfect together." Karen..." Tracy warned."He's just not..." Gay. Brandon completed the thought silently. " ... for me." You're still sweet on someone back home, aren't you." No. It would be easier if I was. This is all — complicated." You have no idea about complicated." Tracy leaned in conspiratorially. "Guess who's already pregnant." The conversation moved to gossip and giggles.Brandon and Eric remained cordial. Brandon. When I get to Marc's he's made the effort. He wore dark jeans, Nike trainers and a smart shirt. "Looking good man" I say to him as he steps out his house."Mate you could have dressed up more!" He says, looking annoyed at me."Aww come on I look good! Anyway it's you that needs to dress to impress!" I chuckle.We head to the bus stop as we need to get one for a few stops. It doesn't take long to get to the arcades maybe a fifteen, twenty minute bus ride. When we get to the arcades it was starting.