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Сертифицированный судебный эксперт по вопросам пожарно-технической экспертизы и член республиканской Палаты судебных экспертов РК.

В моей практике исследовались возгорания в легких и грузовых автомобилей, на объектах жилой и коммерческой недвижимости, в зданиях производственного и складского назначения, энергетических установках и иных промышленных объектах.

“That’s it! That’s it! That’s it!” His father bellows. Garrett sits on the commode, where his father had sat.

He dries himself but his throbbing cock continues to pulse as it grows harder because of his youth. The sensation intensifies. The feeling is wonderful. He can hear his cock throbbing in his ears. “Do it!” His dad orders.

“Yep. I’ve had one since I put on my gear at practice today.” He tells his dad. Garrett thinks to himself; he did not wear a jock home from practice. He was ‘going commando.” Is it his older brother’s jock? “Oh, well. “He mumbles to himself as he takes another whiff of the musky scented pouch of the jock.

He gulps once as his dad mounts more pressure on his balls. Squeezing them. “I’m am nearly 6 foot 2 inches tall, dad. I weigh 210 lbs. I think, dad. At least I was the last time we were weighed at football practice.” The son says. “Much bigger than you, I should say.”

“I knew ya couldn’t keep your hands off it.” His dad says. “Men can’t do it, we are drawn to our cocks, like a moth to a flame, and usually that burning sensation that a man feels is the cum boiling up in our balls. You know that feelin’ doncha son?” “I think all of us were sprouting wood, today, dad.” He says. “Coach even noticed how hard we all were.”

He runs the towel through his curl-filled hair, and down over his chest, where the early signs of his manhood sprout like an uneven crop of hairs across his chest that run down to his furry-pillowed crotch. Where the throbbing from his hard-on springs back as the damp towel whips his erection back and forth with each swipe of the now dampened towel. “It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.

The pre-cum leaks, like a babbling brook, from the boy’s erect and pulsing cock, depositing its tiny droplets of juice onto the arm-hairs of his proud father. His father squeezes the nuts of his son, tighter and tighter, releasing more of the youthful essence. “My hard-on. Somewhat. But I have them all the time. You know that. You’ve made enough comments about me sportin’ boners in the morning when you see them at breakfast.”

Судебная пожарно-техническая экспертизаСудебная пожарно-техническая экспертиза для установления причин возгорания пожара промышленных объектов, жилых домов, квартир, автомобильного транспорта (легкового и грузового) и т.д.
Судебное экспертное электротехническое исследованиеСудебное экспертное исследование систем электроснабжения на исследуемых объектах на соответствие требованиям монтажа и эксплуатации согласно с Правилам устройства электроустановок в Республике Казахстан.
Судебное экспертиза обстоятельств пожараСудебное экспертное исследование объектов для установления механизма и причин возникновения пожара.
Судебное экспертиза веществ и материаловСудебная экспертиза веществ и материалов на предмет определения горючести материалов и веществ и возможности их воспламенения и самовозгорания.
Судебное экспертное исследование нефтепродуктов и горюче-смазочных материаловСудебно - экспертное исследование нефтепродуктов и горюче-смазочных материалов на предмет их наличия на месте возникновения пожара.

“What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad. His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead.

The now lukewarm water streams through the curls of his hair rinsing away the last vestiges of the soapy lather. It all goes down the drain in a swirl of bubbles. “Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock.

“Nope.” He says. Flatly. As he runs his hand over his still steely-hard length of his curved cock. “What?’ He balks at the suggestion from his dad.

His father rakes the clear juice of his son’s leaking manhood over the boy’s tensed cockhead. He is unfazed by the presence of his dad despite his nakedness inside the hot spray of the shower.

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“Last I measured, I was nearly eight inches, dad. Maybe more. I may be even bigger, who knows.” He answers nonchalantly. “You know what you have to do. Doncha. Son.” His dad says.

“Once you plant that cock of yours in some squirmy hole and empty those warm balls of yours into a moist wet hole. Then you are on your way to becoming a man, and only then will you, come-of-age. But it is only a step onto the winding pathway towards manhood. It is my job to teach you what it means to be a man.” His father stands as he finishes his sentence. Loosening his belt and pulling his shirt out from the tucked confines of his pants. “See this; see this. “His father says. “This is where power comes from.”

“Maybe his dad is right.” He thinks to himself as he continues with his intense fondling of his fiery red cock. I was surprised He wasn’t angry. He said,” boy you wait here, I am going to the bathroom.” He closed the door. He must sit on the toilet with pants down because I heard him losing the belt but didn’t hear him peeing. After a while, he called my name,” get in here ass sniffing slut.” I opened the door and crawled to the side of daddy. Daddy was still sitting on the toilet. . Just when I was confused why he sat that and did nothing. He stood up and pulled his pants up. I did take a peep of daddy’s huge uncut Middle Eastern dick. Half hard like 7inches already. While he was doing that, he grabbed my hair pushed right into the toilet, and closed the lid. “ smell my ass from there boy when it is still fresh.” He paused and continued, “ Don’t move.”

His father unbuttons his shirt and throws it to the bathroom floor. Where his son is like the mythical David, cast in stone with blonde locks and cherubic face. The father is dark and with a day’s growth of stubble on his face. “Yeah. Yessir. Dad.” Garrett mutters.

“I am fully grown now, Father.” He says in a heated rebuttal to his father’s words. “It was intense. Really intense. We ran so many drills. I am exhausted.” He explains.

“You guys jerk off together, these days?” His dad asks, “Back when I was in high school me and several of my friends would jerk-off in our trucks in the parking lot. We were so horny we could barely sit in our seats. You ever do that Garrett?” “What are ya now, by the way?”