We talked for hours, our hands never parting, and I watched your face, your expressions, your smile. I melted every time our eyes met. And then one of... us mentioned sex — me, I think— and we left that café in a flash, running through the streets to my flat where we fucked all night.My heart still flutters when I think of it. You were so tender, so loving. Everything you did felt right. The way you kissed, the way you held me, the way you felt inside me and the steady rhythm of your firm, deep. That's it... " he groans " let me play with that tight little asshole of yours !!! " i moan as his finger slip in2 the crack of my ass then slowly press against my cum-slick sphincter until it finally surrenders & his finger slides all the way in2 my clutching ass. i press my ass back against his hand as he wriggles his finger inside me 2 open my ass. i whimper around his cock as i feel his fingertip press against my sensitive prostate & my aching cock oozes long endless strings of pre-cum down. It was quite crisp outside; he gave a shudder for he had left his jacket over a chair in the kitchen. He proceeded down the drive and stopped in the shadows of the shrubs and waited. Whether she would appear was the question he asked, if she didn't, well so be it. He was about to give up when the front door of the home opened and she appeared. He waited till she was level and gave a slight whistle, she came across. "I was about to return, thought you got cold feet", he said as he pulled her. .................................................... Ebima was ripped from the memory by the sound of his lord father finishing inside of Christopher, who was still unconscious. Lord Alexander thrust his massive hips against the boy's backside a final time, and threw his head back, howling as he filled Christopher with his seed. “Ah, how marvelous! They really don't make too many humans like this one.” He crowed, as he pulled his flaccid member out of Christopher, and let the boy fall.