It took an unusually long time for me to regain my composure. The kid, being lifted off my now semi-flaccid member, with cum coming out of him and running down the inside of his skinny legs, seemed a bit taxed himself. Using the arms of my bathrobe, I wiped him off. Since my bathrobe had been still on me (merely opened in the front), and thus beneath me, the cushion on the sofa had been protected. Recuperating afterwards, we feasted on ice cream and watched the remainder of the game. That Germany won in the last minute of overtime, while being one man less on the field, scarcely bugged me – though I suspect this was irksome for most citizens, and probably would have been for me as well under normal circumstances. Seeing no need to stay up any later, and looking forward to getting into bed, I went to take a pee – which proved more difficult than usual due to how the stream of urine sprayed in several directions – and also took the opportunity to brush my teeth afterwards. Looking myself in the mirror, feeling excited but also a stitch of sadness since I would leave Sweden tomorrow; my flight departing at evening to take me back to the Estados Unidos. Silly to be melancholy about that now! It was time to create some more unforgettable memories of the petite boy! With that in mind, I contemplated creating more lasting mementos. Whether or not I teen should try and film as japanese much as possible on my phone? Yes, I wanted that badly enough. Very badly. Of equal speed, I brushed aside the notion of asking Jonas for permission. If I had my phone out, and he pleaded no and stood his ground (figuratively), then that would be girlfriend an obstacle I wasn’t keen to deal with. I have never been one of all the people who are addicted to their smartphones, or even singing its praise and feeling lost without it, but now I was surely glad I had a moderately good phone, with a nice camera, capable of taking high resolution pictures and films. It wasn’t a flagship model; it was value for money, but nonetheless more than adequate for what I had in mind. After I had suggested that Jonas should brush his fangs, I made the master bedroom ready for us. I took a pair of his father’s jeans, from where they’d been hanging in the closet, and placed them as inconspicuously as I could on the window sill next to a flower pot. On my phone, I set to it to record video and placed it inside one of the pockets of the jeans, its top sticking out and the camera angled towards the bed. As long as the jeans didn’t move, and I couldn’t imagine that they would, it would document everything that was about to transpire on the bed from a sideline angle. So as to make it seem a little more normal, I took a sweater from the same closet and placed that on the other side of the flower pot, and hurriedly decorated a couple of chairs in the room with various garments; thus making the room less tidy, but at the same time distracting from the outfit at the window beside the bed. The last piece of the puzzle was me fetching the large, white bedcover from asian our sofa bed and putting it on the king-sized bed of the master bedroom – for protection against highly probable stains. When my loveboy was finished in the bathroom, I called for him from inside the master bedroom. With forced serenity, acting as if I hadn’t scurried around the last few minutes, I proposed that we ought to try out the real bed – where so much of what we had heard had taken place. I struck up a brief and cheerful conversation: “Seeing as we’re in here, wanna pretend we are them instead of us?”. With a little hesitation, Jonas replied: “Okay”, and looked as well as moved towards me as I opened the closet. Standing shoulder to shoulder, or rather, my hip to his small shoulders, in front of the opened storage for clothes, I said: “If I’ll be your dad, then you can be my sister?”. He nodded. “Or should I be your dad, and you simply be your good-looking self?”, I asked. Initially somewhat confused, as if not at first understanding that he would imagine himself doing stuff with his dad, he then comprehended and became shy, more so than before that is. While looking down at the floor, he quietly said: “Nah, can... can we just dress like them?”. In my head, it had been a fun question, and a tantalizing mental image, but it had backfired. I had ever so slowly been getting the boytoy out of his shell when he was around me, and it was unfortunate if I had nudged him a bit backwards to his old, closed-off self. I chinese had no suspicion about there being any previous (sexual) trauma of the youngster, or that his father had been having incestual relations with him. No, he had most probably simply been a lonely, curious kid with a dominating father who had been berating instead of being supportive. I attempted, and moderately succeeded, to rescue the situation by starting the challenge of both getting to pick out the best outfit for the other from what was in display in the wardrobe. Charlie watched Billy feed the japanese blonde cum from her friend’s pussy and this pushed him over the edge. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later, I hear his light snores from the bed over and slowly creep out of my bed towards his. Jill, who was getting oral sex from younger sister, Jesse. He goes over to her, putting his arms around her waist, grabbing her big tits and sucking her neck. True the girls were high, but they were the ones to start it all he told himself. 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