He was wearing just an underwear, lose boxer shorts, with his muscular thighs and hairy legs turning me on at the sight.“You’re so fit!” I excla...med, barely having entered the house.“You’re so tall!” he replied, adding “I used to be a model when I was younger, now I’m a consultant.”We moved into his room directly, not wasting our breath on unnecessary conversation. He pulled me by my shirt, our lips brushing against each others’, before he opened his mouth a little wider and let my tongue. That’s when he told me to join for dinner someday as a token of friendship. I casually denied in beginning. But he insisted that I should join him because we lived very close by. I agreed finally with hesitation. He told me he’d call me and tell me the date and time.So that night I got a call from him and told me to come on Sunday for dinner as that’s the only day he’s free. So I drove to the address he gave. It was a well-built house in a quite posh location. I entered the portico. He and his. ”“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” Christy replied.“I have already beaten your tits and marked them,” Jason said with a grin, “now, I will beat them more, you will learn not to make any mistakes.”My limp dick looked pathetic as I picked up my tee shirt and shorts.“Stand outside and listen to me spanking your wife’s tits,” Jason ordered.He left the bedroom door ajar and I listened; I could hear loud slaps and my wife’s groans as he spanked her breasts for another five minutes, then the door closed. "Dad, can we drive over to Uncle Bunny's office? I need to see him about the Coulter's." Maybe you should take a few days to reflect on it, Kenny. You don't want to initiate anything that you'll regret later. Those people are already leading miserable lives." I know that. I don't want to sue them or anything. I feel sorry for both of them. I want to see if Uncle Bunny can do anything to help them out." My dad looked over at me for a minute, before making a right turn at the next corner, and.