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I did tell him that. What happened then?” I asked. “I asked him if I could touch it and of course he said yes. So I didn’t just touch it, I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a couple of pumps. It felt magical. I had no idea that a man’s…or in this case a boy’s…cock could feel so wonderful. Once I had gone that far I couldn’t stop so I went ahead and jacked him off until he came. It didn’t take long. I had never seen a cock spurt that much cum and it excited me so much I thought I might faint. I kept a tight grip on his penis even after no more cum came out. I didn’t want to let go but I finally realized that somebody might walk in on us and I didn’t want to be caught gripping Jack’s big dick.” “That would be embarrassing although it sounds like just about all of indian you have had your hands on Jack’s penis,” I replied. “I do have a question though,” she continued. “Hearing all these stories and all the various women that are having sex with Jack, aren’t you concerned that because of his relatively young age, that this is going to somehow mess him up?” “I do have some concerns in that area,” I replied. I am going to attempt to scale back the program a little bit. We have completed the two weeks of Jack and Robert exposing their genitals and I am going to soft pedal some of the other routines I developed for Jack. The shiver that you felt run down your spine as his nails scraped along your shoulders and his damp breath on the back of your neck seemed to travel all the way down to your body. Ava nodded her head. Seeing her underwear made his cock throb and heart race. One time, while we were on the patio and I was giving Paul a blowjob, a couple who were indian walking by started up a conversation with Paul. “My father said they do it to make sure we know our place. Beneath her, Shari was moaning and giggling. I walked back into the bedroom to gather my stuff and jumped at Misha sitting on the bed. The other end was much fatter with a large mushroom-like cockhead that made Leila’s pussy start to leak again as she ran her fingers experimentally over it. Shyly, she asked, “Do you like?” Thinking back, that story was probably the catalyst for our future pervy rendezvous. “Hey Mom, Jill and David want you to come to their house. She hesitated as if she was searching for an acceptable word. I urged on.