The school of fish had found another source of food from Sebastian. Just like his underarm hair had been cleaned a small school nibbled at the dark fo...rest of pubic hair that grew above his cock. His soft cock dangled between his legs but was becoming affected by the nibbling of the school. Sebastian felt his hairs being gently pulled, his skin being exfoliated, the school had begun to nibble at Sebastian’s soft intact cock, his heart was beating fast and his breathing was short. Little fish. There was one of those pregnant pauses. “Look,” he said, “I expect you’re going that way yourself, since you came from down the valley. And you’ve come out for a hike by yourself, so the last thing you want is someone tagging along. So why don’t I give you a 15-minute head start – I’m sure you’re a quicker walker than me anyway – and perhaps you’ll meet me again on your way down.” That was so sweet and thoughtful; he seemed to think just like me. If he hadn’t given me another one of those. I put the game back on but it was half-time. I didn't pester Mom further because I recognized the warning in the firm set of her face. Battling my sister, even with Mom on her side, was one thing. Taking on my mother alone was quite another. So we sat there, close together, my leg rubbing against Mom's, trying to make a point without drawing return fire, and she pretending I wasn't bugging her. I was quite experienced in skirting the edge of danger and knew exactly when I was at the point of no. Her brown hair ina knot with a few long strands hanging loose along hertemples in front of her ears. And wearing thoselibrarian type glasses. She was noticeably shifting onher feet.“Hi baby. How was work?”“Oh fuck work, Tim. Tell me. What’s my surprise?”Jennifer semi-demanded impatiently, again thinkingquickly what it could be.Could it be the food games, could it be he asked two ofhis black friends to give his wife a good hard fucking,or maybe he planned on filming.