Ke pass jana chahiye to usne kaha ki wo tritment le rahe hai pa rkoi asar nahi ho raha hai ,mere dil me rekha ke prati bahot simpati aur pyar aane lag... , us din ham dinner leke apne apne ghar chale gaya , par mai bas rekha ke bareme soch raha tah , apr koi galat khayal nahi tha kuch din bad , call aaya aor usne kaha ke wo bahot tention me hai ,Maine use milkar pucha to pata chala ke uska pati roj drink kar ke aata hai akshar bahar hi rahata hai , maine use gale lagaya aur kaha ke chalo aaj. ” I moaned around the big cock head that was now filling my mouth as I felt my saliva dripping out each side of my mouth. I felt myself orgasm again and again as the man pumped harder into my pussy over and over again. Finally he groaned out loud.“I’m Cumming; I’m Cumming, big time slut.” The man pumping his cock in and out of my throat froze with his big cock down my throat vibrating and I knew he was shooting his load as well. Two more guys took those two muscular, black, studs place,. Even old friends seemed to look down on me. Suddenly I was somehow less a man to them. The invitations to play golf on Saturday and Sunday stopped coming. I was no longer invited to poker games, weekend fishing trips and other things like that.And yes, I'll admit to it, I had my own personal issues with it. My grandfather and my father worked their asses off to provide for their families and there I was, at home, mopping kitchen floors, separating the whites from the colors and wondering if. I was too worried about Mother. I figured that things must be pretty bad if it was keeping her awake. I must have been holding my cock to comfort myself because I realised I had an urgent need down there. I began to jerk myself silently. Images of Mother, her breasts and my hard cock against her soft stomach came to mind and I came explosively, forcing myself not to moan. Neither of us spoke about the incident the next morning. Father was around but even when he had gone it seemed somehow.