Dad looked sour on the way home, but he didn’t really say anything.Monday, she went to the Loop to finish her Christmas shopping. She’d not had ti...me between Hell Week and finals. Well, she’d had time for Andy, but not time for both. Andy was a real pain to shop for. After a tie clasp, the natural choice was cuff links, but he didn’t own a shirt with French cuffs, at least he didn’t have one in Champaign. He already had a slide rule, and a quite fancy one. He’d mentioned, too, that they were. He lets out a soft moan as the warmth and wetness of my mouth encompass his cockhead. The feel of his puffy glans in my mouth arouse a familiar tickle in my own cock. I know my own precum is starting to flow.At this point he is sufficiently aroused enough for me to work his balls a little. I pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs completely exposing his package. I tongue his sack and then suck his right testicle into my mouth. I roll it around on my tongue for a few seconds before I tug. To my surprise there was another man too. He was the house cook Basheer.Both were too old around 50. Mariappan was a dark skinned man that resembles an African Negro who was really tall with an ugly figure and some broken yellow teeth. He often stinks to me, but I can’t see why aunty is near him. Mariappan suddenly took his cock out of his trousers he used to wear and there comes a long snake like thing. It was really long some 10 inches and was black and really hard. He climbed on a stool and. He bites your neck but only kisses you a little bit. He is not in a tender loving mood. He throws your body back hard against the bed. You bounce up once and land with your entire body facing up.He grips your naked body with his middle finger digging into your butt cheeks and his thumb gripping your pelvis. Totally and completely controlling your hips with his one hand, he lifts your butt and rotates you, so that your face is now forward into the bedsheets. He pulls your thighs back and pushes.