He squeezed the center of his papa’s cock post. Kailash’s prick oozed and Yuvraj’s fist rubbed his clear nectar into his father’s shaft.“Oh ...god!” Kailash shouted bending his knees digging his soles into the bed elevating his hips as his son continued masturbating his hot veiny uncut prick.“Shoot Papa shoot,” his son, Yuvraj whispered. Kailash’s chin dug into the top of his son’s head feeling his first rope of cum blast out of his prick cannon and then his second wad and then his third and final. . I eased out and sat on the edge of the porch. ‘How ya’ll’ I said, trying to be social. ‘Tolerable child, tolerable. And thirsty. Got anything to sip on?’ I had a cooler full of bud, and a fifth of Canadian liquor. It was a fairly good brand. Mark had Schlitz malt liquor and a bottle of rum. We both offered to share. She took three buds and drank them down one after the other without pause, the took the cap off my bottle and threw it away. She must have chugged eight ounces before she turned. Her mouth and lips sought her son’s penis shaft and she kissed and licked the throbbing meat pressed against her face as she held him close.As she slowly came down from her orgasm, lay back on the tangled sheets and reached down and ran her fingers through her son’s sweaty hair and said, “Marcus, my love, my son, come here. Come here, to your mother.”Her son rose up from his position at his mother’s crotch and knelt at her side, his large red, swollen cock bobbed as he moved, the hairy balls. We were both very angry about what she had done and that she had not felt comfortable to confide in us, but with talking and understanding came forgiveness. Once again, we started to feel protective toward her and came to think of her and James as surrogate children. Pete told me that he had used some of his contacts in Africa to ensure Grace’s family would be as safe as possible. He wouldn’t tell me the details, “Sorry my love, if I tell you…”“You’ll have to shoot me?” I had cut in with a.