Giuseppe commenced scooping up his cum and licking it off his fingers.Unable to resist, I blurted, “Do you always eat your spunk?”“Sure,” he s...id, “Ever since I was able to shoot.” After a pause he continued, “Haven’t you ever tasted your own cum?”“No,” I answered.“Give it a go,” he then suggested.Figuring, that when in Rome… I scraped up my pathetic spillage before licking it off my fingers. Truthfully, I cannot say I liked the taste too much. As I continued watching him, Giuseppe consumed all. I zipped him back up and then said l that I was full and luchtime is over. We both went back to work. Later that night he came over to my house and said he had a suprise. He asked me if I trusted him and I said yes. Then he blind folded me and started teasing every inch of my body through my clothes, which was only a tank top, no bra and a pair of boxers. He rolled me over to my stomach and started rubbing my ass. Then i heard him take a cap off of something and sure enough it was warming. I don't want to pry...'Mireille smiled and turned to me, but stared ahead as she spoke as if inanother world. Her father had worked on the estate as a gardener and odd-job man; they had had a small cottage tied to the job. Her mother did jobsas they came along, taking in washing and the like, but looking afterMireille and her elder brother, Jacques. Jacques was a talented musicianand Mireille's mother wanted Jacques to have the opportunity to trainproperly, but that was not something her father. My Mother was now forcefully fucking me back, meeting me thrust for thrust. Her breathing had gotten very ragged when I heard her let loose with a little cry. She hugged me very tightly and then squeezed her thighs against my hips. I turned to look at her face and she had a look that was almost a grimace on it.As she jammed her hips against me and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist she shouted, “Oh Bobby! Fuck me! Fuck me Son! Fuck your mother! Fuck me harder! Mommy’s going to cum!”With.