Like a drunken zombie, he took a tiny, faltering step toward his mother. His cock was so hard it ached as it bounded up and down wildly. Then he took ...nother step, and another until he was standing at the foot of his mother’s bed staring down at her pussy that lay open, glistening wetly with her excitement. The only movement he had detected from his mother was her eyes. She still had made no attempt to cover her nakedness. On the other hand, she hadn’t indicated that she wanted him to make love. ” He was furious. She started to cry. The lover was lost for words. He realised that she has done the wrong thing mentioning his class status.“please leave her alone. She didn’t mean to say that” he pleaded in her behalf. The man ignored him. He grabbed the woman’s boobs and started to squeeze them hard, they were quite firm and had a rubbery feel. Mmmm. It was nice to feel a woman’s breasts after all these years.He could see the hatred in the woman’s eyes and it made her look even more. By the third afternoon on board, I was working out in the gym when I spotted a tall, handsome black man in his forties, who was lifting weights. Like me, he was dressed in loose workout clothes, but as he was sitting on a bench, I looked over in time to see a rather impressive mushroom head was appearing from under his shorts.I finished the workout and headed for the sauna. Once in the steam room, I lay back and just rested. Shortly after I had settled in and closed my eyes, the door opened and. On the way we were handed a flyer which cought our interest. There was an old Turkish Bath nearby, a hamami, and we both were tempted to try this unique experience. Needless to say, there are strictly separate baths for men and women, but we agreed to rendezvouz on the street in 90 minutes. There were a lot of tourists in the bath and hardly any turkish men, except for the attendants. Wrapped in a towel I was sitting in the warm, damp, highly domed bath room when one of the attendants.