He started grunting and and asked if we could go to the bed because he wanted a "massage". You know guys! When a man from the middle east asks for a m...ssage they want sex even if they call it massage. That is something that I have learned over the years. We wnt to the bedroom and he took of his clothes. His dark tanned cock was still rock hard, his chest had a little hair but his legs an butt was covered with nice, thick, black curly hair that went up in a pointy trail up his back. He laid down. Didi:thik hai.Me:didi tumhara koi bf hai.Didi:nahi mujhe ab tak koi mila hi nahi.Tumhari to gf hogi.Me:meri nahi hai.Didi aap kab se masterbating kar rahi hai.Didi:tumhe use se kya aur apni badi didi se aaise puch ta h koi.Me:didi plz batao na ab to tum pakdi gai ho waise bhi me kisi ko kuch nahi bataoga.Didi:yahi kuch 4 se 5 sal ho gai he aur tum.Me:me to porn dekh ne ke bad hand job karta hu.Didi kya tumhe sex karne ki icha nahi hoti sach batana.Didi:hoti to hai par kya karu control karna. Distracted by the sight of Miranda, I barely noticed when Gloria announced my arrival. Look who has graced us with his presence. Everyone looked up and I was greeted warmly. My Mom got off the gorgeous Ellie and staggered towards me. She fell into me and hugged me tight. She slurred slightly, You made it, honey. Attempting to sound just like my Father, I replied slyly, Baby, I never planned to miss this. She grabbed my hand and whispered into my ear, You are soooooo lucky you showed up, Ellie. His hand went down to his dick and he vigorously stroked himself. I put my hands on his ass cheeks and squeezed them hard. With that he exploded with a deep grunt. He gave a quick shutter as he covered my chest, stomach and dick with his hot watery cum.I remember being transfixed on his cock as rope after rope erupted from him. I remember how it felt as it landed on me, I watched as it over filled my bellybutton and ran down the side of my stomach. Just like Jeff had, he saved the last of his.