I’m not a racist or whatever but who can resist a beautiful man and especially when he combines a gorgeous body, a cute yet mannish face and my own ...etish….long hair. It seems that I was lucky enough to see such a guy, at least as far as it concerns to face and hair, among the ones who had contacted me. He was 34 years old, having a fascinating face and hair that seemed to reach his shoulders. He was exactly what I had in mind and I was so lucky to trace him. Fortune was here and as it proved. In this position there was little room for movement, which was exactly what they wanted. The pump was removed, they both gave him a quick suck. While one sucked his cock the other sucked his balls. They were not gentle.The sucking was replaced with both of them using a pin wheel each on his shaft, Max didn’t think anything could hurt so much until Dave took the pin wheel to his hard, engorged head. With his foreskin already pulled back and tight, the more sensitive and now unprotected helmet. My suspicions proved to be correct I was being shagged by my mother!My head fell back onto the pillow and I lay there shocked out of my skull and trying to figure out what to do. Meanwhile the slimy sex was going up and down massaging my cock in the best way and instinctively my hips were pushing up making sure that it went all the way inside till the head banged against the spongy cervix.I realised that my mother was drunk and that she believed that she was in her own bed and was making love. He certainly didn’t find anything lacking in the girls of his hamlet, as small as it was – but that was exactly the problem! Every morning upon waking up the first thing he would see was the distant, yet giant, silhouette of the city walls, plastered against the horizon. And who knew how many more types of folks – not just girls – he could meet there? There wasn’t any reference point for him to really make a decision off of: they only had the funds to send and put him up in the city, but not.