..that was supposed to feel good. Dont you want me to make you feel good?"I shook my head from side to side in a forceful NO, and he looked away....hi... voice almost sounding on the verge of tears."Ok then...I just...wanted this to be good for you too" I started to sob then, as I knew this man wasnt going to stop even if it hurt me....not after I said I didnt want him to make me feel good. He didnt care now, he was going to do as he pleased. He sighed, and I heard him supress what sounded like a. They couldn't help it. And we would look at their swim trunks. They would get erections, and sometimes ENORMOUS erections. They tried to hide them, or sometimes didn't try at all. I think some of them knew what our game was... But nothing could come of it, because that was Africa and the old taboo stayed in place.But once I took a tourist special to France and Spain. I had heard about nudist beaches there and looked into them. I was curious. I went to one of them on the south coast of. " I offered to him in a soft voice.Slowly, he looked up from the table and into my eyes and said, "It's okay, mom."Chris had a look on his face of relief, although he never said it, and he turned his eyes back down, still sitting silent and motionless."Oh, honey... I'm so sorry." I began to say, but stopped as I began to loose control. I did not want to add the burden of crying in front of Chris to his mind, and so I stood up from the table and walked to the sink. I began to wash some of the. “You’ve been a BAD boy”“I’ve been bad,” I said, deciding to go along with it. The pre-cum was starting to create a wet spot in my jeans“And now, you are gonna have to stay after class” she finished, taking off all her clothes. “Oh my god…” I whispered. She pretty much threw herself on top of me, finished stripping me down, and kissed me, exploring every part of my mouth she could. After doing this, she started to go down on me, getting closer and closer to my dick, but I stopped her.“Nuh-uh,” I.