“I’m so nervous. I don’t know why,” I said.“I’m the one should be nervous,” Dad said. “Just go slow, we’ll do alright.” I lubed...up his hole and set the tip of my cock against it. I pushed forward. The head of my dick flattened then popped inside. Dad made a sound in his throat.“Okay?” I asked.“Yeah buddy,” Dad said, all guttural. I was catching my breath, entranced by the sight of my cock spearing my dad’s spread butt, when he leaned back and another inch sank inside.“Goddamn,” Dad said,. . well, you know," I said with a smile of my own. "Yeah I know, your dick does most of the thinking, and I'll bet I know what it's thinking. I guess I should have looked at you a little closer, nice package," she says looking at my crotch and the bulge that again gave away my intentions. "Well the little head does the thinking, sometimes too much," I shot back, trying to keep myself calm and collected, which wasn't easy with the hungry look in her eye. "Listen, maybe I can make it up to you. The two were related, as my wife was one of the first "tainted" spirits to not get Resurrected properly. Usually I would bring a few bottles of wine, sit beside the river and fish. A good spot to camp out in early Fall, it also seemed like a good place to meet Blaster later."So what does an Immortal want with an old drunkard like me? Did I break a law?" You, Gareth?" Briar laughed. An unusual sound, an Immortal's laughter, I highly recommend that if you hear it, pay some attention. It sounded. "I had, Lex. But then I figured it out. You intend to use me as a lure for Superman. It’s not me that you’re interested in. It’s him. It always has been."He chuckled evilly, shaking his head, dark eyes glinting with dangerous humor. "I always said that you were the smart one, Supergirl. You’re right, of course. Well, half right. You see, for once I don’t want to lure Superman here. For once, I want to insure that he leaves me alone. And to do that, I need a hostage."He gave her wink. Unsure if.