Get lost. I already donated. Come any closer and I’ll call the cops.” The man continued on his way leaving G2 with the flower in his hand. It wasn...��t a real flower. It was made of straw or reeds. G2 recalled that some of the homeless who camped over near Tybee Island cut the reeds and fashioned them into roses, then others sold them for a living. It was delicate—beautiful in its own way.Of course, Gerald knew roses. His mother loved them. Gerald kept his paper route until he was a sophomore in. All of it. Then she pulled out and slipped her cock into me. My arse was so used to the stretching it couldn't even grasp her cock. 'Turn over baby,' She said, as she peeled the condom off her hand.I shakily rolled over onto my back, not sure what I wanted anymore. I looked down at my cock: it was like a clit. My balls too. They had shrivelled up and gone inside me. She rubbed me then, as she slipped her cock into my sloppy cunt, slowly fucking me. She soon got bored and whipped out another. I cannot claim to have a wide experience of such males, other than Carl, but such as I have, and from general observation, I say this view is wrong. People like Carl have enormous energy, and this spills over into their sexuality. If anything, they are far more active sexually than less gifted people. There were times when Carl sought me out three, and even four times a day, for sex. And if he did not seek me, I sought him. When Carl started to make extended trips to lecture in distant places,. She then slowly lowered herself down until his cock-head was just touching her pussy lips. She then moved her pussy playfully over his cock-head causing them both to moan out with pleasure.She then gave her son a big smile then said to him.“Time to become a man.”She then sat all the way down on him and his cock went all the way into her pussy.Mother and son now just looked at each other.Each of them now had a big smile on their faces.Wendy remained perfectly still.She was loving the sensation.