Aur me mauke ki talash karne laga me regularly apni nani k pas jane laga taki meri mulakat mami se ho sake aur thode time k bad harari achi dosti ho g...yi mami aur meri age same hi thi isliye wo b mere se frankly bate karti thiAur me unhe chedta rahta tha kabhi unke peth ko touch kar leta tha aur kabhi unhe kohni marta kabhi piche se ja kar aapna lund unki gand par touch kara deta par mami kuch nahi bolti thi sayad unko mera ye karna achaLagta tha kyoki me hi wha par ek dost tha aisa karte karte. “Oh, baby! You’re beautiful,” the man stroked the sissy’s cheeks.“Thank you, handsome!”Parris ran his slender fingers through Jack’s spiked sandy brown hair.“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. Wow! I could clearly see her love hole. I could not help myself but to lick her pussy again. I was licking it again but cannot stand as my dick wants its turn. I slowly thrusted my dick into her pussy. She moaned ahhhhh!! Yes, she was like a street dog in the bed. My hands are also playing its part, cupping her breast while hoping that if I have four hands then I could also feel her smooth thighs. I was pumping her vigorously from behind, then I pressed her shoulder towards me so that I can. Grace had also returned from the convenience store of the filling station. The man gasped on seeing her also.“Gwen!” he said in shock.“Who are you?” Grace asked in a puzzled voice.“I’m Tom Beaufort. I was a student at Sensei’s dojo in Atlanta when I was in my early twenties,” he told us. I remembered him now. He had been very young, but was one of my better students.“Neither of you look more than a year older than when you closed the dojo,” he continued before a shocked look appeared on his.