I asked him if I could check it out and he said to check away. I grasped his cock near the base and squeezed it and pulled my hand up towards the hea... of his cock. I was looking for secretion but found it had none. I gave it a passing grade and said alright, let's do it. Steve said wait a minute and left the John only to return with a straw. I was perplexed and asked him what was with the straw. He said to drop my clothes and get down on all fours. I asked him if we were going to do it here. She took my shirt off, gently kissed me all over as she worked her way down to my jeans. My penis did a funny bounce as she pulled it off. She giggled again, ‘ooh, I think now I understand.’(You see, my last name is Wei, and, thanks for my Irish blood, I was six inches long with a wide girth, like a stuffed sandwich. The day I got that nickname is worthy of a separate story which I will share later.)She kissed me some more while her hands worked ‘the sandwich.’ She was careful to be not too. She sprayed perfume some on and climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over her. A short time later Albert bounded out of the bathroom, his cock already hard, curving up from a well scrubbed body. He stopped, letting Marianne simply look at him. She initially noticed how thin he was, his cheeks turned sharply down from his cheekbones, and then seemed to sink into his mouth. The sunken cheeks emphasized his pointed chin and down his neck, his Adam’s apple was very pronounced and knobby. She. I was always very close with my parents. Like really close. My mom taught me how to shave my entire body and would help me with the hard to reach places. I was homeschooled my entire life. My parents would walk around nude everyday and had sex in front of me multiple times. Not like sit down and watch me plow your mom. But they like never closed doors. They are very free spirited . I was always so confused, why do I look like my mom from the waist up but had a cock like my dad? They kept me so.