I remember all those times. Those warm, sunlit afternoons in your apartment. That smell. Your smell. So sexy, warm and musky. Like sex. That’s w...y I like it so much. Your sex. Your cock, right beside my mouth, so close I reach out with my tongue and just graze the head. You pause, your breath catches and you look me in the eye and say, “Not yet”. Although Jack responds, because he remembers too. Jack remembers my mouth and tongue caressing and mouth all-encompassing. So good. So warm. She can wear the pale colors, because she is naturally very dark. She is making breakfast."Morning mom," I say, sitting up at the bar that is connected to the kitchen."Morning darling. Making pancakes, want some?" Sure. Thanks."I look around. The blinds are still closed. I go over, and pull open the draperies. Outside is a balcony with an amazing view. We can see down to the pool below, and all around Beverly Hills. The room is now filled with sunlight."Good old California sun," I mutter."It's. By this point I was able to resume stroking and I found that I was still firm enough to slide in and out of her.Sensing she was close I sped up and began pounding her. After a dozen strokes her hips rose up and I felt her pussy clamp on my cock. I kept fucking her until she finally settled down to the bed.I was hard again. I didn’t know that I could stay hard like that after cumming. She didn’t say to stop so I kept stroking gently, enjoying the slippery caress of her love channel.Bobby had. . and that it could cause such a reaction, from his harsh thrusting, and the terrified squealing sounds of the cattle, that were being mated! One of the bulls was named Minotaur, he was mean, and difficult to handle, and could only be controlled by the Aborigine? Grown Australian men had easily been tossed aside by this incredible beast! For Mich to see this mating was awe inspiring, as the amount of cum this gigantic bull could produce and release during the breeding ritual as it squirted.