He was taller than me and obviously looked after himself. He had greying hair on his head and chest, but his dick and balls were hairless. And what a ...ick it was. It was soft, but hung low between his legs. It looked meaty, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth round it! My own cock was straining at my Speedos and shorts at the sight of it.As I stepped inside, I could hear the shower running. He had obviously put it on as I climbed the stairs. He suggested that we had a shower together to get us. She’s a slut and deserves to be called one.’ My mother put her hands on her hips and faced me. ‘Just be the responsible one, okay? Stay out of the mud and move on. If she’s that bad, she’s not worth wasting any more time over.’ ‘Yeah, I guess.’ I tried to sound convincing and I guess I must have because my mother and Kate both seemed to relax and we had a more comfortable breakfast. I noticed that Kate didn’t say anything about our discussion on her sister. What I really meant when I said that,. I was bored.“Give me a little while and I’ll see what I can sort out.”About twenty minutes later she came back with the towel and warm water. “You okay with this love?” she asked me in a friendly voice.“Thank you, it’ll be lovely.”She waddled out again. She was a middle aged woman, about the same age and height as my own mother, but probably three times the weight. When I’d put on the hospital gown I’d sneaked the knickers I was wearing off and hid them in my trouser pocket. This was the first. " The waiter said while handing the envelope over to Tim with a smile on his face. Tim opened up the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He was reading it when he looked at Rachel with a "maybe" kind of expression on his face. "What is it?" "It's an invitation to a private house party at his mansion." He stated with one eyebrow slightly raised. "It says to dress casual, and be ready by 9:30 pm. They will send a car to pick us up and bring us to the party and back home whenever we.