******"Hmm," I hear, and sit up quickly with my young son's hand still gripping my creaming cock. His grandfather towers over me, also dressed in runn...ng shorts, with a sly yet undecipherable look on his face.He asks his grandson if he is having fun. "Oh, yes," comes the reply. "Good, then maybe you would like to watch your daddy have fun with Grandpa?" "Oh, yes," the little sprite quips.In utter disbelief my jaw falls as my son takes his hand from my cock. Slowly my dad draws down his running. Steel boning, beautiful brocade, leather laces. It was black with pink ruffles and bows, but despite the girly accents it looked pretty intimidating from the shape that it would force. This baby would knock six inches off of her waist all the way cinched down. Me: Hey, a deals a deal and I’m here aren’t I? Besides that, it will give you a killer figure, you might actually like it. I’ve always wanted to see you in one of these. Her: Oh my gosh. I meant just lacy panties and a bra. Okay,. You spend any time in the east end and it comes thick and fast. I am generally left working out what the word was three sentences ago. Once you know the trick you can often work it out from context but still, it’s very uniquely London.”A customer ambled up to the bar and Bernie wandered off to serve them, and then April got hit on.It had happened to her the world over. In a bar, alone, nicely dressed, having a drink and not obviously with someone, given time, she’d get hit on.This time it was a. But that does not mean we can have that kind of a relationship.Me: Well when we had sex yesterday night you didn't complained.Mother: What do you mean "we had sex"!Me: Why do you think your pantys feel so sticky..Mother: What did you do to me?This was the moment where I've figured out my biggest lie ever. Me: I did not do anything to you, actualy you did something with me instead! Last night you put out your hand in my pants and began to feel.