He came around, greeted us all and said,– Well, this will sound strange for you. One of my old friends in this industry from Japan, Mr. Okinawa, is ...oming here today and he said to me that he wanted one of you to come with him.This will be a good chance for you to earn well, popularity and money as well. You must be able to keep up with his sexual needs and he promised that whoever comes with you, he will make physically and sexually superior to all others of you. Who can volunteer? –– Fareeda,. A young man seemed to be peering through the room's ceiling, looking down upon the still form of Christine. The man's familiar chocolate brown curls and earthen-hued eyes proved to Erik that this was, indeed, Christine's beloved Papa; the man who had become her Angel of Music. He licked his bottom lip and found his entire mouth had gone dry as dust."Are you the angel of which Christine spoke?" He rasped. "Are you Christine's Angel of Music?"With a reluctance made apparent by his long exhalation. She thought she'd slept with me before, and she thought it was fine we were in bed together.She kissed my cheek, and whispered, "Want to have a little fun, before we get up?"Fun? What kind of fun? While I was thinking about this Mom took hold of my cock inside my boxers and squeezed it. My blood raced as she softly kneaded the soft flesh as it stiffened."Mom? What are you doing?" I gasped.She grinned. "Like we do every Saturday morning. Mommy's horny."Horny? Oh shit! I thought. Mom's gone a. He covered her hand again and pulled it and his raging hard-on from the opening. She got her first look at him fully.To her inexperienced eyes, he looked huge. The shaft was fairly symmetrical from top to bottom, only getting a little wider where it met the base. The head was slightly larger than the shaft, and had more give to it.Hunter guided her hand in a stoking motion, beginning under the head, and moving down to the base, then traveling back up. He helped her for a few passes before he.