‘I know sweetie, down boy, keep calm. Wolfgang and Inga are keeping a close eye on everything. Oh, by the way, Inga is pregnant again’. “What So...ya doesn’t realise is that the baby is mine”. Is the thought that goes through Tony’s head.‘Well okay, but you could have told me all this on Skype’.‘You know, and I know if I had done that there would be a plane crashing on Fred’s house in Stuttgart with you on it’.‘Point taken. What else brings you?’The pair took a pause from the conversation at this. Fast approaching manhood but not quite there yet, although in some aspects, and Janice's gaze was drawn to Carl's muscular body and, in particular, his glorious erection, she could see there wasn't much in it. Watching Carl masturbating to the Playboy channel reminded her so much of his father, although he preferred Penthouse. Whenever he was at home, alone and horny, he participated in a spot of what he called, "Spanking the monkey." He enjoyed it even more when Janice joined in, replacing his. One change in Joan Greg had noticed was that she did some grooming of her pubic hair from what was there last time. This time Joan didn’t stop him when he slid down her body first stopping to nibble on her nipples and then moving down to lick her swollen lips and then her clit. Joan was a little vocal as she told him she like what he was doing and how he was making her feel. He could tell she had at least two orgasms from what he was doing. After the second one he moved up In between her spread. Antony stopped, breathing heavily. His opponent sprang up from his back, where Antony had catapulted him moments before. Antony took another deep breath and surged forward, fighting the heaviness in his legs, the feeling that, if this went on much longer, he would drop like a supplicant to his knees. The man grunted as Antony’s head hit his stomach, and he doubled over just long enough for Antony to place a hard-aimed blow at the man’s temple. Antony saw the whites of the eyes roll , the.