If you want I can dry both of your clothes together. "Yeah, that's fine with me." Matt said. Both of them followed me to my room and got a pair of s...horts and a t-shirt. Matt went to the bathroom to change and Jakob went to the laundry room to go ahead and put his clothes in the dryer. I returned to the living room and sat down on the left side of the couch. A few moments later, Jakob returned and sat on the other side. After almost five minutes, Jakob asked where Matt was. I said I didn't. He told Bob to undress him. Slowly Bob liftedKoen’s shirt over his head, revealing a smooth, unblemished chest withbeautiful nipples just waiting to be handled and sucked. Bob moved hishands down Koen’s chest to the top of his string-tied shorts. He placedhis hands on Koen’s naked hips, and slowly lowered the shorts. Koen’sdick hardened under the material and pushed against the fabric. As Bobpulled lower, Koen’s hard boyhood was angled down under the shorts untilthe shorts were pulled down so. He started to play with my nipples. I grabbed his ass and squeezed it.Me: I want to fuck this sexy little ass.Hardik: Let me get the tool ready.Saying so, he went down and I spread my leg for him. He was in between my legs. He started to rub and lick my dick over the boxer.Me: Remove the boxer and treat it well, dear.Hearing my words, he nodded his head and obliged. He removed my boxer and started to rub my cock gently. He kissed the tip of it and started to suck. Wow!! He could suck better. . he just had trouble accepting it about a white man.“I AM THAT I AM!” I insisted, causing Mustafa to drop to his knees at last, utterly terrified now.“Okay, Lord, but you’re ... white! How can you be white? I thought that God was black!” Mustafa struggled with his cognitive dissonance more than a little by now.“Race is a myth, you fool! It always has been! It always will be! Race doesn’t, genetically speaking, actually exist. As for why I’m white, it’s simple. I was born white. And Jewish, I.