They handed me the dirty shirts before picking up their drinks again, “Another toast Mr Frank” Natasha said with a grin, I grabbed my glass and he...d it up, “Good cock suck” she said and we clinked glasses again and took a big gulp which in all honesty I didn’t need as my cock was like a rocket, I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.Seeing them sitting there in just their little white thongs I figured my erection wasn’t going to subside anytime soon and it was the first time I had seen. . the image of a sexy, wanton bitch.Before, it was so easy. His mother was a goddess, a perfect creature. Now, it would never be the same in the teenager's troubled mind. Not only his ideas about his mother had been twisted, but because of that, also his ideas about everyone and everything. He wondered if the meal would ever end. It seemed as if he had been sitting there in a fishbowl, for weeks. He saw Ray reach out and squeeze his mother's hand gently, and the gesture sent a stab of anger. Andy's face turned a bright shade of red. "We want to see!" See what?" We want to see how the stuff shoots out?"Tracy jumped in. "When Andy and I rub ourselves it feels really good and from what you say I guess we cum. We want to see a boy rub himself and cum. We want to see how the sperm shoots out. Will you do it for us?" Holy shit! You want me to jerk off for you? Are you guys crazy?" I hear you doing it at night," Andy said. "You do it every single night when you go to bed. Do it now so we. . Yipeeeeee it's Friday time to grab the case and head for the airport for the last time this year. Finally, the Christmas holidays had arrived and Bob would soon be back in England relaxing with his family. It had been another hard year for him, travelling back and forth to Belgium every week to work in that strange country, constantly living out of a suitcase he was tiring of this gypsy lifestyle but next year he would sort it all out and things would be better. Christmas Day quickly arrived.