I bought a morning paper from the stand that sold postcards. It was the Granma, a propaganda publication named for the boat that had carried Fidel out...of exile in Mexico back to Cuba for his second (and ultimately successful) attempt to take over Cuba. There were wicker chairs and tables set out on the high-ceilinged porch. Cages of little birds dotted the walls, set there to sing and add to the ambience. I sat and soaked up the decadence, sitting among the red tiled floor, cream colored stone. We'd make lame excuses to be together for the night, we'd lay our bags with zippers facing each other because we knew we were gonna play. We'd lay under the stars and talk about baseball or football and sip on some whiskey, both knowing what we really wanted. Eventually Kurt would say it. It was ALWAYS Kurt that said it. "Feely?"We slipped out of our clothes inside the bags, then unzipped the bags, threw the top to the side and gently reached the others cock and balls and began caressing. I. Im sure she felt my heart trying to blast out of my chest, just as my 9 inch uncut cock was starting to take notice to the stimulation going on just then Jill began to suck my tongue and then redirected her kisses to my neck and now those shorts were not to much help on keeping my cock under control. As i laid there eyes shut because If it was a dream I did not want to wake up.Now I was feeling Jill's kiss moving to my chest, kissing and sucking my nipples then down my belly now my cock was at. I told him, “and then put your hands behind your head”. Once he had done what I asked of him, I called my mother over to me and she joined me in bed, underneath the covers she quickly placed her sweaty hand on my penis; stroking it gently and tickling my testicles as only she knew how. Above the covers we both laid there looking at my weak father standing there naked in front of us. I turned slightly and kissed my mother’s breast; cupping it gently with one hand and licking in circles around.