He observed to himself as he continued to play with hisbreasts. ...these are MINE??His next stop was a mirror, and he was still groping at his boobs a... hestepped over to see his reflection.His hands, however, went to his hair when he saw what it currentlylooked like.The texture was radically different now. It was perpetually moist, aswell. It was the kind of hair that one would typically expect to see ona black woman. His hair had also been arranged into a kind of bobhairstyle, with a perfect. The situation got Bill hard too, the sight of his boy there, pulling his meat watching a blow job on the big TV, not realizing what was in store for him. But Bill knew, he knew the scene, and how the game was played. Gabriella would appear at any moment, and Timmy would have to answer for what he was doing. Bill started to stroke himself in anticipation, leaning back in the recliner, looking across his cock at his son.Bill thought of speeding ahead, to see if indeed Gabriella would spring out. “Please have a seat, Mr. Stalokavich,” General Wei says, motioning to a chair. “Lovely view, is it not?”“Yes, it certainly is,” Sergey says warmly.“I assume you have come here for something other than the view from my window,” Wei says, getting right down to business.“I’ve been sent here by the prime minister to relay instructions to you.” A grin creases his face. “But, I have an arrangement to offer you.”“On a more personal note, I assume,” Wei says, looking the gangster in the eyes.“Of. . Ohhhhh ….. Ohhhhh… Ohhh.. Ohh…. Oh …..”She shrugged with an intense orgasms. She just closed her legs and fell relaxed on the bed.She just hugged me and thanked me. I hold her face and put my lips on her and started kissing slowly. She also responded by opening her lips to give way to my probing tongue. We were kissing each other slowly, delicately and passionately. We both were sleeping sideways and kissing each other. Our bodies were mingled in each other and brushing with each other.