He didn’t hesitate for a second and lifted his body so I could pull his shorts down. I came so hard… Gay sex He had thrown his arms up, his hands pressed against the ceiling of the car, his legs spread further apart. How I took his hard-on in my hand, how I massaged it, and how Dad moaned during this treatment. My head shook as I jerked my hand… I stuck out my tongue out to touch his. He grunted loudly and I felt his whole body shake as he jerked back against the backrest. I felt his glans nudge my throat, my tongue playing with the underside of Dad’s cock in my mouth, my nose deep in Dad’s pubic hair. I kept making a few sounds like “Hm” or “Ah yes” or “Really?” to pretend I was listening to him. A tent was growing in my crotch.Dad laughed: “Very well”. He was obviously pleased that his days as his little brother’s chauffeur would soon be numbered.”That’s a fabulous idea,” my mother exclaimed delightedly. It was hot. The first movements were still random, but the third or fourth movement of this hand toward my breast had one goal: to get to my nipple.
