She told me Larry was going to play golf the next day with his buddies as he always did on Sunday morning. He never returned until late that evening a...d he was usually drunk. We agreed to meet at my house around noon. The next day came and right at noon, the doorbell rang and there was Sarah. She had on a blue jean skirt and a while V-Neck cashmere sweater on. She looked amazing, but then again she always did. We sat down and made small talk for a while about the past work week. Susan relayed. On Tuesday parents left and on Wednesday morning came Paul. I have not seen it before. He was very tall, at eye was somewhere 190 cm. For me, at my 177th giant guy was dope, 3-day stubble on his face, muscular, bald, with dark eyes. I opened the door to him in a shirt and boxer shorts because I could stand up. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts on the straps before his knees. I immediately said-whats. I paint. Paul I am. He smiled at me and pulled out his big hand in this. -Hi. Bartek. Nice to. I lustfully pried away my tank top clutching one at a time, rubbing my entire chest with my one free hand. The thought of an audience, especially one who had been lusting after me for at least six years was a major turn on. I was definitely playing to him, and I caught a glint of an eyeball in the crack of the door,the light from my room reflected just enough to confirm I had my target audience.I kneeled on the bed exposing my full torso as my tank top slid down to my waist, writhing on my hand. " I don't think so, "he said smiling," you have enjoyed me so many times looking through my door, now it's my turn to have some fun." What are you talking about," she stammered."Don't you think I've seen you watching me, the look in your eyes when I cum"She stood there naked looking at her son playing with his now hard cock."What are you going to do," she asked"Not much, you have to do all the work. I want you to give me a hand job," Rob said."Oh no, I couldn't do that, it's both illegal and.