The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing...caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor obviously suspected (and rightly so) we were doing precisely that (masturbating, in other words)!He seemed as nervous and uncomfortable about talking about this topic as we were in him talking to us about it! But, he mumbled his way through, and then left, having done his duty to try. The staff of the restaurant ran to us to separate the two families, but Jack could not stand up from the floor. He was moaning from the constant pain, so the ambulance was called and Jack was taken to the hospital.Next day the police came to us to interview my wife and me. The doctors had operated on Jack. He lost one of his testicles as a result of my wife's successful soccer free kick. It was destroyed totally and the other testicle had to heal up for weeks. He became sterile. Jack's wife had. I reached the upper part of her pussy and stared kneading a button there. Yeah, that was her love spot. I pushed her hand away and started kissing her love button. Mom shuddered.I kept on kissing her love button, encircling it with my tongue and pushed my two fingers inside her soft hole. Fondling her love button with my lips and tongue, I started fucking her with my fingers. Mom started moaning very loud now.In ten minutes, she reached climax and her juices started flowing. I drank every drop. Now completely ready, i lay over her and entered her in the age old style of man and woman. Raju, she whispered, take me, take me in deep, thrust it in harder, oh raju, please hold me tight and give it to me. Yes savitri, it is all yours. Her inner muscles contracted, and expanded, squeezing me in her. It was the greatest of pleasure i had ever experienced. I continued, deeper, as she moaned, slowly at first, uuuh, raju, slowly getting louder, raju, raaaaju, oooooo, raaaaaaju, we were bucking.