He was well and caught by Mrs Reed, wife of the local lawyer who had seen his car parked above the spillway and had gone down to fish as well and got ... good look at his special “rod” as Bert was a “big boy” with a very large cock. “Relax, Bert!” she approached the terrified fifteen year old boy. “Call me Amanda or Mandy! I,m not going to tell on you you naughty boy! I want to have some sexy fun with you! Would you like that then?” “Er. Yes please Mrs. Reed!” Bert stammered awkwardly. “First. We entered a long hut. It was quite dark inside and I could barely see. There was a slightly raised platform in the centre of the hut and I could see a couple more tribesmen in the shadows. Jamaal walked me to raised platform. I looked back towards the entrance of the long hut and I saw the men there. I guessed that there must have been at least 10 or maybe even more. I felt Jamaal kiss me and reach down and squeeze my cum smeared arse cheeks. I felt hands from behind and mouths kissing my. Instinctively, I grabbed the back of her head with one hand as she sucked my lips, my other hand slid down her back mimicking the actions of Anne, but I continued further. I felt the band of her knickers through her T-shirt, my cock throbbing as I did so. To this day, I love knickers, there’s nothing sexier than a girl in her underwear. My hand roamed lower, feeling her sexy buttocks through the cotton. Kym sat up, looking at the tent that had formed in my shorts, she raised an eyebrow. “Who is. She's just a little precocious, that's all. It's Pete that worries me. This scene affected him deeply. It changed him some how. Can you imagine grabbing your mother between her legs?" Well, it was a rather bizarre circumstance. I can't see him simply walking up to you and shoving his fingers up your pussy." I'm not so sure, Frank. By remaining silent, I sent him some sort of message I never intended to send." I'll talk to the boy." No, don't say anything. I'm curious to see how he acts towards.