”I moan with pleasure at the compliment and Dad’s cock fucking my ass. Dad knows me better than anyone, and knows that it is my goal to please him...Dad wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer still. Dad’s pumping becomes more aggressive, faster, but not hurried. Dad fucks his dick into my ass harder, now, bottoming out with each stroke.“You’re such a good boy. I am proud of you boy,” Dad says.“Thank you, Dad,” I moan.Dad continues to fuck me, pushing me to limits I have never been, to places. "That's the way Percival talked but I had gotten used to it by now. I could tell he didn't mean anything by it. I assumed it was the way he was brought up and it was natural to him. His attitude was more of a butler than of an eligible bachelor with an estate of his own and annual income that would make most households happy if they weren't too greedy. I was searching on the bottom shelf for leftover pie when I noticed the unassuming Percival was sporting a tent in his night-shirt. Even from. But he was a craftsman at his chosen trade, and made her wait, lulling his victim into a sense of false hope as he whistled the theme to the dam busters, unphased by her curses and penetrating stare. It was for her false hope indeed, as he whipped off the clamp and rapidly, that bradall piercing the soft but tough-skin of the labia, forcing its head through, with the whistled musical accompaniment of a happy man enjoying his work, that never missed a single note. Her body again lifted, and. "Hi Randy, is Laura there?" It's Rosita," I said, offering Laura the phone."I know," she said as she headed to the bedroom, motioning for me to hang up the kitchen phone after she answered.Sylvia and I worked together, making as many advanced preparations for Thanksgiving dinner as possible. She had everything organized. I could tell that she was curious about the phone call and the closed bedroom door, but I avoided the subject, simply saying it was a friend Laura was consoling.In truth I did.