..and watch. I pulled out my bulging cock and basically did my best Jeff Stryker; I started to dirty talk him and taunt him with my youthful pulsating...body, slowly stroking my cock... He started to jerk off himself. This went on for minutes, while I breathily said; "You like my big cock? Huh? You like my big fucking cock? You wana' fuck me, old man? Huh? You wana' fuck me and suck my big hard cock?" I was so fucking excited that I sprung up, took off my clothes, rested my one-leg on the couch. I was intrigued."Good day," a female voice spoke with a very distinct Scottish accent.I was even more intrigued.She continued, "I am looking for Mr. George William Pope. Is this he?"No telemarketers I knew spoke with a Scottish brogue. "Yes, this isGeorge Pope." Excellent! Mr. Pope, my name is Karen Brookes." Yes?" I am Vice President of Human Resources for DSS, Limited. We are locatedin Edinburgh, Scotland." Karen used the parent company name for FakeBake. Recalling her conversation with. Argued the nature of the crime, a sudden, violent, brutal murder of a very pretty young woman. The judge had taken one look at the two photos the D.A. offered, the girl getting ready to go to her college prom a week before, and the crime photo. The judge's face went white, and he set the bail at the two million dollar figure the D.A. asked for.'She shouldn't have pretended that she didn't want me, shouldn't have fought so hard,' he thought. 'It was a shame she made me have to hit her so hard.'. Embarrassed, I guess." Sorry to embarrass you like that, mom." Not you, honey. Its perfectly natural, what you were doing. I should've been more mature about it. Can we talk it through?"Not going to lie, I didn't want to do the whole awkward convo thing with mom, but at the same time I wanted to clear the air. "Yeah, I guess."She smiled. My sleep was only just wearing off, and I couldn't help but notice how hot she looked in her camisole. It was a silky purple thing that fell softly on her.