My first spurt shot out and hit the base of Jason’s cock landing mostly in his pubic hair. I aimed my cock down a little and my next couple of spurt... roped out and landed on top of his cock. A couple more less forceful spurts had his cock well glazed with my warm white man cream.I sank to my knees and opened my mouth and went about halfway down his cum covered cock. I drew my mouth back keeping my lips tightly around his pole pulling my cum into my mouth. I swallowed and then ate the rest of my. He had a tiny spare tire and paunch but otherwise was very fit. He moved like a cat, a trained athlete as I followed and I got harder as I watched him walk across the lot. Under his Callaway Golf cap he had short, salt and pepper hair and I noted a short, precisely trimmed goatee and mustache. In his day this man tore up some serious pussy. I was hoping he would tear me up tonight. All in all this man was a class act. So I followed.Fortunately we were parked in the same area of the lot. As I. My father had bought a nice bungalow in the outskirts of the town where there was no congestion. For our schooling my father had arranged a cycle rickshaw to take us both in the morning and bring back home in the evening. My sister and myself hared a room in the upstairs while our parents occupied the other room there. We had to ride the rickshaw for about 30 minutes to reach the schools. “Hi boy, waiting for long?” asked my sister on reaching the rickshaw, “No, sis” I replied and smiled at. A lovely voice that charms and captivates him. When he asks who she is, the apparently honest reply of ‘Thomasina fforde’, is confusing, while the very woman named is sitting opposite his place at the table, smiling sweetly as if totally unaware of his internal conversation with an external consciousness. Is he going mad, never having heard voices before this case landed in his lap? He keeps his powder dry by not saying anything directly to the lady hostess, however comely and charming she.