‘Humpf,’ was mother’s only comment. ‘That was one fine meal, Mrs. Williams,’ Shelly said after a silence. ‘Ja … very goot,’ Jurgen ech...ed. ‘I’m glad you liked it. I haven’t cooked for many people lately. It’s nice to have company. We should do this more often,’ Mom smiled. ‘You won’t find me gettin’ here late,’ Shelly laughed. Jurgen was nodding his approval as was I. It sounded like a good idea. I wanted to build a team with these two, and Sunday dinner might be just the way to do it. I had. I'm drawing the line at mom!We'll see."Off to practice?" she asked."Yeah, if Fatima ever gets her ass down here!" He yelled the last part.She came down the stairs, giggling. They were both dressed in white tunics tucked into dark-blue trousers with wide, skirt-like legs called hakama. Kyle had a shinai over his shoulder, a bamboo practice sword used in Kendo, and a duffel bag full of his armor in the other. His sister had a similar duffel bag and a long, wooden spear—a practice yari."Here's my. For the first time in however long I could breathe properly. I opened my mouth to stretch out my jaw, but then something firm and warm was pressed into my mouth. It pulsed and throbbed as I explored the cock with my tongue. It was huge, filling my mouth, and pressing into my throat. I felt it slide out a bit, the foreskin catching on my lips and rolling over the head, then it thrust back in and unrolled again. I felt a hand on the back of my head and suddenly the cock was rubbing further inside. Pulling me through the fronds of the biggest tree, he began to caress my body like it was a lost treasure. Damn how did he know that I was so sensitive? He was kissing every spot like his life depended on it. Why was I not fighting him, why was I letting his hand invade my pussy and make it wetter and wetter as he slowly pulled the straps of my sun dress down so he could suck my bullet hard nipples? As the frenzy took over me I reached out for his hard cock but he wouldn’t let me touch it..