He came closer and started kissing it and kept his one hand on my crotch which was getting wet. I pushed him on the bed, made him sit and took his pen...s in my mouth. It was of a good size. It wasn’t enormous but it wasn’t small either. The best part of it was its thickness and how beautifully bulged its top was. I continued to kiss his penis and it began to grow in size and hardness. He was loving it.When I took it well in my mouth and started giving it strokes, he held my hair and made light. My heart is pounding too hard to feel like saying much of anything. “My name is Mark,” I say as I extend my sweaty hand. “You are quite the runner!” As she takes my hand firmly in her own a thought comes to mind: I love the feel of her dripping skin as it meets with mine. It’s so soft and warm. I feel my body beginning to swell. This woman is damn exciting. “Nice to meet you Mark, I’m Michelle. As for your running, I’m actually impressed. You’re pretty good…for an old man!” she giggles. We. Rachel bought a closet full of miniskirts and mini-dresses and she was a born and bred farm girl. Robert and Jethro couldn't take their eyes off her beautiful long legs and firm, muscular thighs. They seem to live for the quick glimpses of her panties as she sat and crossed her legs. The thing that really surprised me the most was that Rachel loved every second of their attention. I was also surprised by the fact that Jethro didn't seem to mind Robert openly undressing his mother with his eyes.. " ...and why is that?" She asked."Because of the natural order." Good answer!, Now why don't you get your face down there, and lick my pussy." She smacked me in the face as I did. This made the five inch hard-on in my shorts stiffen. There was something about the abuse from this woman of the superior race that turned me on so much. During this process she must of came three times."Now it's about time that you had your breakfast." She said to me afterwards. Once again I was sitting on the hard.