‘Tell me a story, Husband,’ Tse-ni-sa said, her face burrowed into my armpit. ‘Make it a warm one, please.’ I thought for a moment, then began...: ‘When I was a boy my uncles used to tell me about the First People, Se-lu and Ka-na-ti. ‘Se-lu’ means ‘corn woman’ in the old language, and ‘Ka-na-ti’ was known as ‘The Lucky Hunter.’ And they had been given great gifts by the Creator, for Se-lu had merely to go into her empty corn-crib with her baskets, and rub her stomach, so –’ I rubbed Tse-ni-sa’s. My cock was rock hard by now and I had to reach down and straighten it up in my shorts, further embarrassment.“What do you think, Abby,” Marty asked, “should I help him out?”Mom, as usual, said nothing. Her mouth was slightly open and she was breathing faster, I thought. I just stood there, stupidly, as Marty very slowly pulled down my zipper. She glanced at mom and unfastened my belt. She undid the button and pulled down my shorts and boxers. My cock sprang out, a testimonial to being. He started to gently knead them in his hands pondering how they could look so full but feel so sensuously soft under his touch. Her nipples stiffened from his exploration and he gripped those chubby looking protrusions of flesh. Her thick areolas tightened and bunching up around when yanked at her rubbery buds. The texture of them fascinated him as he rolled them under his finger watching her flesh twisting between her fingers. He wondered if she enjoyed men playing with her the way he was. I started moaning heavily.Then he applied syrup on his finger and started fingering it me. Syrup was bit cold. So it was giving me amazing feeling.I was moaning heavily. It was first time something cold went inside. He was fingering and licking chocolate mixed my cum. He applied syrup on my nipples and asked me to lick it. I was licking it with lifting my head and he was fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I started pressing my boobs and biting my lips in ecstasy. I was nearing orgasm and.