.. Memories of the day his mother died filled his mind.‘That day I also screamed like that ... But that moment was too extreme for me. Why is he so ...ngry? What happened? I hate it when others get on edge about me on their own.’A small sigh left his mouth, and he quickly analyzed the situation. After taking everything into account, he said.“Professor, I don’t understand. What are you talking about? I did nothing.”It was the teacher’s turn to be surprised. The anger again quickly disappeared.. His black pubic hair framed it perfectly, with little curly hairs dotting his fat, fleshy balls.It was fatter than his father’s cock had been, for sure. It wasn’t as long, though. But, I wasn’t disappointed — not at all. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the massive dong, right at the base. I could feel his warm, heavy balls right beneath, pressing against my little finger. “My, that’s quite a thing you got there,” I said. “Let Momma take care of that for you.”I began stroking his. ”“In fact, his wife was a filipina, and that was one reason he had talked to me, he said because he could see that I was a filipina.”“Then he invited me to have a meal with him at a filipino restaurant in the mall, and I accepted because working in the family meant that I missed eating food like adobo. Every day, we made rice and chicken for the family meal, and we also ate the same food as them. It could be boring to eat food like that every day, and even if I went out with the kids, they only. Angel neighed and lurched forward, fucking his prick to the root. Humping, he stretched her shitter, his cock thickening in the tight narrow canal of her ass."Shit," Natalie moaned as her eyes widened. She saw the tight ringed muscle of her mother's asshole as Angel jerked. It looked as if it were going to rip. "Does it hurt? Tell me!" Nooooo," Helen moaned as she swiveled her hips and impaled herself on his ass-splitting prick. "It's great!" She squirmed on the bench, her legs stiff, her tits.