I handed her the phone andshe looked back at me when she realised who was calling, with a look thatseemed to me to be somewhere between shame and prid...."Fran," she said, answering the phone and turning away from me, "iseverything alright?"I don't know why, but I stood motionless as Sara listened to my wife'sresponse. Fran never called me during the day. Never once."Oh OK," was Sara's response to whatever Fran had said, "so I'll see youlater then." Everything alright?" I asked, as she ended the. I parted the foreskin and put it on the opening and pushed a bit.“Don’t do this. I am your son”. She jumped up to me. I kissed her on the forehead and said. “I love you.” And I pushed her down and with a deep thrust I entered her temple. She cried out “Ahhh…uuuuuhhh” like a 12-year old girl in her fist penetration. She started shaking her head violently just a beheaded chicken. I went down and kissed her cheeks and lips tenderly and said, “I am giving you what you have been deprived of for many. But that’s something to discuss in the future.”“Yes, of course. I was just curious about the situation.”“And you know how much time I’ll have to study and then how much I’ll have to work?”“It’s not uncommon, in the big cities, for salarymen to sleep near the office rather than come home. Japanese wives are more accepting of that situation, I think.”“Interesting.”“The culture is very different, as we’ve discussed, and I think you’ll find I’m very different from your American girls.”“That’s for. If our parents came home we’d be shits creek. But we didn’t give a damn. Right now all we wanted to do was satisfy out needs and urges. And right now my urge was between my legs and it was throbbing. I looked over at her and she kept looking at my eyes and then down at my hands and cock to see what they were doing. If my hands were busy she wouldn’t leave their movements. So I started to move my balls around playing with them and pulling them up and over my shaft. Then I took my other hand and.