“Promise,” pouted the man.“Yes, Les! I promise.”“Don’t be giving away that sissy ass.”“I’m not. I’ve gotta run by the office for a...bit.”“Where?”“At the nursing home. We own it,” he referred to the 16-bed facility“Oh yeah?”“Yes, baby!”“Good! I like to own things.”“No one is coming by today. If anyone shows up, call me before you let them in,” Ritchie stressed.The last time Les opened the door to a stranger, it resulted in the disappearance of their 65-inch HDTV and his wallet.Ritchie learned a. I wanted the room to myself. I waited and pretended to be interested in the straight porn. I must have been in there for hours waiting for the last person to leave. As soon as the last guy left, I immediately headed for the backrow. I scanned the bottom rack only to find nothing but softcore porn and a few gay titles. I was very disappointed. I left the video store in defeat. I did not find a shemale vid. They must have been rented or sold. I returned home and was desperate for more. She also liked the reaction she got from her father. His hips jerked. Her father liked the feel of her tongue on his prick. She wanted to make her father feel as good as he had made her feel. She hesitated about taking the head of that huge prick into her mouth. John was reading her mind."June, remember. Nobody does anything they don't want to. If you don't want to suck cock now, don't do it. You may want to wait a while before you try it."June grinned at her father and sucked the head of his. She hadn't grieved for long before another candidate for the role of husband had come into her life. Fortunately for her, the truth about him was revealed on their wedding day when she found her intended husband in a "compromising situation" – that is, balls deep in the priest's arse. Needless to say, she walked out of the church and never saw either man again.Then she met Harold. On the plus side, he was compos mentis and very rich: on the downside, he was paraplegic, spent his days in a.