My apartment, more like my penthouse, who builds an apartment that big and then sells it that cheep? How did I even get to Canada? I never got a passp...rt and I never bought a plane ticket I just remember arriving. So is that when it started? When I got off the plane at the airport that looked more like a science fiction space port? That was years ago. Then I'll start at the end. The day I decided to confront her about it. We were sitting at the table. She'd moved in with me. I couldn't remember. He told me “I have locked our parents room from outside plus their room was on ground floor they can’t listen or come”. Then I started to give him blow job and he started to lick my pussy. (Late I came to know it was 69 position.) It was wonderful. And he inserted one finger in my ass this time also and licked my pussy. I didn’t care; I decided to get fucked in my ass this time. I then had very intense orgasm in his mouth. He drank all of it. Then he told me “I will fuck ur ass”. I said “your. ..I d...don't know M...Madge. M...maybe I should just get changedback," he gasped. "I...I"ve never worn this much, I mean all at oncebefore," he gasped."You'll get used to it Timmy," Madge assured with a feminine lilt as shenoted his nervousness. This wasn't any play around "dress-up" time orany sneaking around now, not any longer. This was the real deal now.This was to be Timmy's new lifestyle. The sensation and process ofbeing dressed keeping his thoughts only on the act, for now. . ’ I really didn’t value it all that much, but I was sure they valued theirs. I might as well get the bad new over with before I wasted their money on my lunch. ‘Do you know who my dad is?’ Ted asked. ‘No, but I will when you tell me, and I’m sure you are going to.’ Marty Southerland chuckled. Then said, ‘I like her.’ The remark was aimed at Jen. ‘I’m glad Marty, So who are you?’ ‘Just a retired farmer. I was a farmer from the age of ten right up two years ago.’ ‘You look to be in really good.