I can't quiteread the name of the town, but I'd hazard a guess it's in Romania." Really? Why d'you say that?"Me and my big mouth again. How many more ...imes...?I have to think fast. Admitting that I remember England's 1-0 victory overthat country in the group stage of the 1970 World Cup, when nearly halfthe opponents' surnames ended with the element -escu, simply won't do."I, uh...I once went out with a guy whose father was born in Romania.Before I met Tim, obviously. Stefan, he was called.. “No, I was about to when Dad called us for breakfast.”“Well, I need to start laundry before I head out for the day, and now I’ll be running behind.” She was clearly annoyed.“Well mom I can do it for you if that would help?” Every head raised from the breakfast plate like I’d just burped aloud or something. “What?” I asked as everyone looked confused, “I don’t mind.”“Aren’t you helpful” Dad said with a smile. I could sense the sarcasm. “You learned something while you were grounded? About how. I find this better than Carl fucking me hard and he is happy with what I am doing now. I moan as I push my sore hole back onto Carls shaft. I am sure I am taking him all but he says its only about 5 inches but he says I am doing great and dont stop. I grind him like this a while his hands are gentle on my waist, helping me to pull me onto him. He says he is near to cumand to just keep doing what I am doing and that it feels fucking great. I am wanking my own cock hard now as I am more. I left the hottest greeting I think I’ve ever left. It was obvious in my voice how turned on I was. I wanted nothing more than to get as nasty as I could get with a sexy man as turned on as I was, and I said as much. I almost came just leaving the greeting. I briefly considered going into my bedroom so I could stretch out, but decided I liked watching the videos (with no sound, thank God, you’ll know why later…) at the same time I was listening to a live man. A woman left me a seriously.