By the time he walked in the back door, I was sitting in a tee shirt and old soft cotton shorts. The shorts were the kind I had worn in gym class just...a few years before.How did I end up living at home? Well I graduated from college three years before that night in July. I spent a year trying to find work but it was either go back to school or take a job in a jewelry store. It seemed that a BA degree in Sociology was worthless.While I was still looking for work and living at home, my mother got. Still, just having the one I’ve got in Rachel is more happiness than any man deserves. To feel her squeeze me with her muscles as she glides to and fro on my rod and know she is getting as much pleasure from it as I am. To know the side and leg and breast I touch are hers. To feel her touch on my nipples as she stimulates them for my pleasure. To feel her mount toward an orgasm and spasm around me at the peak of her pleasure. I would not trade these things for any number of cocks and. “Damn! I love how your fingernails feel on my scalp,” Jack groaned.“Really?”“Yeah! Real girly and faggot like!”“Good!”Parris dug his sparkly painted nails into Jack’s backside as the man pushed his cock inside. “Owwwwww,” the African-American booty boi yelped.“Yeah, baby! Let Daddy get that boipussy!”“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”“Oh yeah! Your ass is so tight! I love it!”“I love this dick!”“Do you?”“I love this big White dick, Daddy!”“And Daddy loves fucking this juicy Black ass.”Jack lifted Parris legs. She told him to go and sit back in his chair and that he wasn't allowed to touch his cock. He sat there watching as she continued to suck on my meat and then she told him to go and lay on the double and and wait she moved her mouth on my cock and then went and laid over him in a 69 position, Her soaking cock and big arse were inches from her face and her saggy tits were dangling around his erect cock. he was told to put his arms by his side and not to touch himself or touch her. She then.