"Nice stuff," I said. "So what is your favorite exercise?" This one," she said as she bent over and picked a jumping rope.She started to skip, letting... her firm tits jiggle nicely."Then this," she said as she lay down on the floor and started to do setups, letting her tits roll around."It keeps my tummy flat," she said as she stood up. "Feel it."She put my hand on her stomach and I felt it. It was quite flat."Nice," I said."Do you like my legs or do you think they need a little more firming?". I had everything on the table already."Can you grab my coconut milk?" called my mom, sitting down. I froze, but then smiled to myself and grabbed the tampered jug from the fridge.I ate my pasta slowly, watching her carefully from across the table. So far she had opened the jug, poured its spunky liquid into her glass, but she hadn't taken a sip. She looked tired, and she twirled her pasta with her fork into small bites.Finally, she swallowed a small bite, and then reached for the glass. I began. "It fits you perfectly, boy." Dave said, placing a leather clad hand on my shoulder, close to my neck. I didn't notice him moving so close, distracted by the smell of the jacket as I was, now ever stronger when the man the musk was originating from was standing so close. I was feeling small next to this taller man, not used to being the short one he felt overpowering, strong, superior. "I-I, I don't know, maybe I should try the others again." I stammered nervously. "I think you should keep it. Even with my gentle encouragement I knew he wasn’t going to go down on me, so what the fuck. I am back on him, hoping for a glorious load. I sucked him lovingly. Up and down, licking the base, the veiny bottom, sucking his hairy balls, back onto that stiff rod and deep funky foreskin. Keeping the head exposed as I lick and play the folds of his velvety foreskin. Now I turn him around, bend him over and shove my face deep into his ass cheeks, licking his dark rubbery folds. Now he is reeling..