I sometimes let him in on stories I had with my girlfriend at the time. I can tell he is a diry horny old man that hasn't had any sexual pleasure in y...ars. He lives alone. Sometimes I can tell he gets excited when I tell him my sex stories. He tells me I am lucky it takes him back to when he was young. I ask him if he still watched porn movies and he said he hasnt had any of them in so long. I tell him maybe one day I will stop by and let him borrow some of mine. I ask if he had any great sex. She gave me full permission to go further and I happily had sex with her that night. Aunty asked me that how will you convince her? I said it’s up to me. Later on I went to my bed. In Morning as usual routine started. It was Sunday so Aunty went to market early in the Morning and Samya did not had bath today.I caught a plan in my mind and I went to bathroom for my personal work but before going I intentionally did not locked door of my room and entered in the bathroom for bath and kept my ug’s. Ann asked, "when did you have time?" and "this is so sweet of you." "I really love you." All I could say is for her to move up front so she would miss a minute of it.I put the disc in the slot, and holding the remote so no one could stop it, I pressed the play button.Just like Sue, everyone sat there with his or her mouths wide open. By now Ann was screaming for me to, "stop the fucking tape;" but I didn't. Crying she bolted for the kitchen with her mother in hot pursuit.At this point, her dad. He could see his hands on her pale skin, could hear her curses, her cries of pain, her screams of terror.He stopped himself before he ejaculated into his fine dress pants. He wouldn't stain his clothing that way. Leaving himself unfulfilled gave him the edge, ready and alert. He loved that moment, the second before pleasure spurted when tension was at it's most tightly strung. He smoothed the wrinkles from his groping with a firm hand, creases were terrible in this soft wool.He liked fine.