This k**’s got a real tight one and he loves getting it stuffed. He literally begs for it, and he can take it up there again and again and again. I�...�ve had some butt-fucking marathons with him you wouldn’t believe.’ ‘He’s nineteen?’ I asked, curious now. ‘So, you’re interested?’ Hank said, smiling knowingly. ‘Maybe. Tell me more.’ ‘The k**’s a real piece. Looks like one of those statues you see in a museum. Smooth and chiseled. A perfect bod. And he’ll do whatever you want. He just loves having. William's meal having been completed by then, I accompanied my three adult ladies, daughter, and son to the kitchen, where we met Priya and Tanya. Cook had prepared her usual stunning array of foods. We adults stuffed ourselves, and amused the babies.By the time we were finished, a groggy Nadiya had joined us, and an amused John was bringing his and Rillnam's sons to the table as well, where they rushed to their mother for a morning snack before settling in to try a new variety of human foods.. You kneel in front of me and undo my belt and top button. You wickedly grin at me and lean down to grab my zipper with your teeth, pulling it down. I watch your hot lips part my focus is all on you while trying to keep my voice steady. You slide a hand in my pants and wrap it around my erection. I can not take my eyes off of you, trying unsuccessfully to keep my breath steady. You use your tongue to outline my cock in my briefs, teasing me. Your eyes are fixed on mine as your hands move under. Albert opened his lips slightly and groaned as the liquid wetted his skin, but he did not wake. Another drop followed, and Albert’s tongue flicked out to take the water from his lips. His eyes flickered, and then opened as he looked Frankie in the eyes and smiled. “You taste good, honey!” he muttered. “You better believe it!” Frankie giggled and she pressed the wet bundle of lace between Albert’s lips roughly. He spluttered and shook his head from side to side. “I’ll get you for that,” he.