She made noises of approval as she ate. She ate everything with her fingers, including the baked potato, and each green bean, which was slipped betwee... her lips as she stared at me. She didn’t eat like a pig. It wasn’t like that at all. It was more like she ate with abandon, that the tasting and enjoyment of the food was paramount, and that nothing else mattered.As for me, I was so engrossed with watching her, that I ate on auto pilot. What that means is that I ate gracefully, with my fork, and. He reached in and hauled his balls out. He stared down at his prick, amazed by how huge and hard it had become. Jimmy was fascinated by his own hard-on.But not as fascinated as his mother.Virginia had sneaked back to the living room door and carefully peered around the corner, just in time to see her son haul his prick out. Her green eyes flared and she had to stifle a moan of desire.Virginia simply adored big pricks, and Jimmy's cock was a fucking masterpiece! His balls looked huge jammed. She placed her lips to the big, solid spheres and sucked as if she were trying to drink his jizz straight from the source, pulling it through the tissue.She groveled in his groin, her face turning and twisting, sighing and slobbering greedily. She seemed to want to swallow his balls, but, in the process, she was making them so big that they wouldn't have fit in her mouth.Jimmy humped, stabbing his neglected prick up and down along his mother's cheekbone.His cock was already greasy from his. Just another example of Island Time. Noticing your plane was due in 5 minutes, I looked quickly around, realizing I’d forgotten to grab a drink to greet you with. I hustle over to a tiki bar and ask for a slim gin with a twist of lime. ‘Sahree- No gin, mon– we got no gin ‘ere.’ I thank the tender and head back to the lounge. On the way, I hear the whine of a plane’s turbines and glance up, seeing it’s close enough to read the tail number. Checking the note I’d made, I notice it’s your plane. I.