.. I put down my glass and walked over to James reaching out and running my hand lightly over his chest and slowly down the front of his trousers. I h...ard him take a deep breath, as I looked down at the tent that was quickly forming as I touched him. I moved my hands to his belt and undid it, and then his zipper. He slowly pulled his trousers down. I gasped again. His cock was fantastic, at least eleven inches long and a very thick huge flanged head. I reached out and held it, I looked in his. It never happened, but it makes good stories for the tourists." So how does one get named after a village?" I asked."My mother died when I was little. I barely remember her. From then on, I was raised by my aunties and uncles. It would be called foster care here. I was shuttled between, and raised by, three different families. Nobody would actually admit it, but I figured out that my father came from one of those families, but nobody knew which one. When my mother died, they wanted to raise me. He expected her to pull off, but instead her head dipped down lower andher cheeks hollowed in as she sucked frantically to swallow every bit of hisload.Afterwards, he pulled her over so her head lay in the crook of his shoulder, andhe asked her what time she had to leave.The quietness was deafening, as he waited for her answer, but the answer wokehim up completely."Never..."Jess lay there a long time, waiting for her to say something else, but the deepbreathes indicated that she had gone back. He started moving his hands over her, too, stroking her breasts, making the nipples erect again. He was getting turned on again and it looked like she was, too! The fires of passion, which had banked after he came, began to blaze freely, stoked by his aunt’s knowing caresses. Karen quickly got her nephew hard as a rock again, while at the same time his inexpert, but loving, caresses rejuvenated her hunger. Eventually she lay back, pulling him on top of her. She loved to be able to feel the.