The music plays softly from the stereo. The sound of my fingers in your body hypnotizes me. Like a love movie, we stay in soft focus, just enough ligh... to allow an audience to see us, but not in an obscene way.You splay your legs open broader, in a clear attempt to give yourself to me intentionally, wantonly. I pull out my fingers and bring them to your mouth; greedily, you suck them. I reach back down for more, and I taste the sweetest nectar in the world. Your body jumps into the air when my. His groans of pleasure grew ever louder as he thrust his hips upwards to meet my sucking mouth. I gently bit into the head of his cock, slapping my tongue around it and tasting the sweet pre-cum that kept oozing from his prick.Giving my son a long wet blowjob was an amazing feeling, knowing that the huge throbbing jackhammer that filled my mouth belonged to my own son. I thought about the mom and son I had seen at the supermarket and tried to imagine her mouthing off her handsome son. If only. He was about forty years old. His name was Earl. He was a friendly good looking guy, easy to talk to. I told him about needing a place to stay and a job close to Sacramento. He empathized about my wife’s condition. He told me he owned the lumber yard across the street. “I have to get back to work. Come and see me when you’re finished eating.”When I was done, I walked over.He was very cordial and showed me all around the place. I was quite impressed that for a small city, they’d have such a. He was pretty good looking and had matured physically a lot earlier than I. He was shaving daily in high school where I did not know what a razor was until I had left high school.The other thing was, he had dated Lynn for a couple of years before she and I started.Apparently, she had caught him fooling around with another girl and broke their relationship off. But they remained friends for some reason.After high school, Dan had moved away and we heard through the grape vine that he had a.