Looking below she quickly maneuvered down from her small tree house to the river below.As she moved naked along the bank had anyone seen her they woul...d have been in awe. She had a small athletic frame, a runner’s body with small perky breasts with small rosebud nipples, and a tiny muscular bottom. Her face was beautiful with sparkling eyes all topped with a mane of silky black hair. She stared briefly at her body before she jumped into the crystal clear water and began to swim. Her mind was. My legs were gently spread wide with renewed fingers in my anus and very calm.The area between my scrotum and anus was carefully felt, the seam like part, and surely carefully measured around the anus probe. I couldn’t watch their examination of me and that was unsettling yet they were soothing, almost reassuring feel.But Siza kept bending down, looking into my face, smiling and softly kissing my lips in a reassuring way. And it was so comforting. I almost fell asleep again even with someone’s. Rachel watched for a second, long enough to hear a couple of long, deep groans from Nick, then readied herself to enter the room. Just as she planted her hand on the door someone else stepped into her line of sight, she gasped with shock trying hard to stifle the noise. The other person was a short, thickly built black man who appeared to be in his mid forties. He was completely naked and was vigorously masturbating his cock (which was around the same length as Nick's but hugely thick) as he. I don’t think I can live without it. I need to be in you every day.”“Oh fuck - I need you in me every day.”“Good boy.”“Does that mean I can stay?”“Yes, baby. You can say.”And then I plunged into my son’s clean, unlubed cunt. He cried out. I did, too. I guess that was our talk. I guess that was all that needed to be said.As I plowed him, railed him, bred him, he moaned and flexed, showing me his muscles, displaying his pride, being what he needed to be: His father’s slut-bottom son, born and.