We were still totally hooked on fucking and sucking and we were fucking like mad. In addition, I told my mother we should start ordering sexy outfits ...nd fetish wear from catalogs. She was home to receive the deliveries and my mother handled the bills, so my father had no idea where his money was going. For that matter, he had no idea where his son was cumming either.We now were involved in quite an extensive array of sexual activities, and our sex was always fulfilling because of that.. My heart started beating even faster.I finished getting dressed and took a deep breath. I opened the door, turned off the bathroom light and walked out. The lights were low, but I could still see. There was a naked man on each bed. The one closest to me was in his fifties, average height and weight, with white hair and beard.His friend was more than a decade younger. He had a paunch, but was also more muscular than his friend.I walked between the two beds so they could both get a look at me. I. " Why Tara?" Zack asked."I was a late entry last year," she said with a blush. "I refused to pose but they included me on the website list and used one of the network's promotional pictures. I think I was No. 85 or something." Hey, not bad for a late entry," Zack said with a smile. "What number was Esmi?"Esmi crossed her arms."I am, apparently, too old to be included," she said."That's crap," Brock said. "If they saw you at the pool this time last year, you'd be Top 10 in a heartbeat."Esmi. I am love and kindness, understanding and sweetness." He pushed the hair from her face, his eyes once more blue and sexy, his skin clear, his lips lush and firm. "I am the man you will grow to love." No, I don't love you. I won't. I loved Jeff." She fought with the bindings that had her bound to the bed, almost screaming as they didn't give.He lifted a hand, bringing to her lips a succulent red strawberry. "Take a bite," he whispered against her cheek. "You can't resist the smell, can you?"Her.