” “What?” He took a deep breath, and the next words came out in a hoarse whisper: “I want you to suck my cock again.” It wasn’t exactly a...request. He had undone the button of his jeans, and was unzipping them as he finished asking. A little downward pull, and his dick sprang free of his briefs. Ron is from a gypsy background, olive skinned and with dark hair—and plenty of body hair. I’d never realized a man could grow hair on his cock shaft, but there it was. I chuckled to myself as it. ”“You’re the one that was the little shit-stain when your mother and I first got together. I was absolutely nice to you.”“Uh-huh, because you wanted to work soo hard for my approval? When mom first introduced us, I wanted to hurl. My dad was a real man – God rest his soul – and all I could think was, ‘Mom’s dating this?’”Bill scooped a forkful of rice into his mouth with a blank expression.“Screw you, Frankie.”“No, you can’t.” * The Lordes’ front door clicked open to expose the mismatched. Peter nodded. His hands were in his lap as he laid back against the raised seat, trying to look the picture of calm while his cock attempted to burst out from underneath the trunks. Her eyes gleamed in the sunlight as she toured his body, from his strong shoulders and arms, down over his ancient trunks and along his hairy legs. Ample room in the trunks for her hand, she thought. She decided two things within seconds of each other. Firstly, she just had to lose her top, because the sun was. I had to wonder if she was speaking the truth. I guessed time would tell.Cometh the day and Ruth was on tender hooks. We went shopping but her mind was on the job. We bought a few things, went home and she practically raped me. Not that I complained of course. About 5pm we dressed and headed for Alf and Bronwyn’s house. Ruth was dressed rather conservatively but I know she and Bronwyn had cooked something special. We had dinner with them and then the women headed off to get dressed. It was 8pm.