So wet she made those squishing sounds we all love to hear. Long before the shoe had flown out of my mouth. I was breathing hard and trying to keep e...erything together as my body hovered on the verge of exploding. Then I felt Carlos get hot. He had picked up the pace steadily. An AAAAHHHHHHHHH pierced my right eardrum. I felt a hot shot in my rectum, then another one. I soon felt hot cum dripping out of my ass and Carlos begin to slow down. There it was! The tingle. My body went into a spasm. "Yes, son, I want to be a faggot... just like you." A faggot family, how quaint," the elderly black woman chuckled, her legs still spread wide open, revealing a very hairy pussy."Come kneel on all fours next to your son," Jamal ordered.I crawled over, giving one more example of my utter obedient submissiveness."Hi, son," I said, oddly casual for the circumstance, looking at him as he whimpered from the hard fucking."Hi, Dad," he whimpered."I get it now," I told him again as I felt my pantyhose. It was a gentle, restful sound. Perhaps too restful, because the next thing I knew I was awakened by the brightness of the rising sun reflecting off a window across the street.Shit! The sun was coming up and I was nearly two miles from home. During the early hours before sunrise, the rain had stopped and the fog lifted. There was no cover except for bushes and trees along the way and none of those for a very long stretch of Sullivan Street. For the moment I couldn’t see or hear any traffic, so. To top it all, she was dressed in a provocative, cleavage showing, floor-trailing, bias-cut dress of royal blue clingy stretch velvet. And I didn't have to see her heels to know they would be inches high. I took all of it in, more or less in a single glance, which was just as well, because in the next heartbeat, Andrew stood once again in her place, quickly averting his glance. I picked my jaw off the floor and just sat there, not knowing what to say or do. It was Andrew who broke the.