His imagination was in full flow as he gasped “It must have been wonderful Rosie to have an old man’s beautiful prick in your mouth. Did he cum. W...s it a lot more than me. Did he spunk in your mouth. Did it taste nice.” There were so many questions. Jon was almost asking me to belittle him. The answers were so obvious and I even exaggerated and spoke rudely about Old Ron’s huge prick being twice as big as Jon’s and that his spunk was like a river compared to my husband. They were the answers. This wasnt too unusual as id always got a spanking if i didnt listen, this was a little differant however beacause dad had done it in front of his friends. He said that women had to be punished in a way that embarresed them in order to learn. The last time I came home late, I had found that all my underwear had dissapeared. Dad said that if I wanted to wear pretty womens things I had to learn to behave like one. One evening dad came home really drunk with his friends. I was so angry at being. Ahhh, my oasis. Immersing myself into the 104 degree water, I sunk to my neck and soaked the day away. Drifting off just a bit (without drowning), I was in Shangri-la.I heard some noise, feet shuffling. I looked up and saw the same lovely 60ish woman, adorned in a beautiful flowered 1-piece bathing suit. Wide straps, but a plunging V-bodice that exposed a great deal of cleavage. Her skin, though somewhat aged, was really smooth and relatively spot-free. I smiled again and asked "So, did you. She was already hard at work, trying to dig her hand under his pants as he tried, albeit with not much fight, to resist.*bzzzzzzzzzz*[MESSAGE FROM: ASHE]He wasn’t reciprocating the advances from the grand duelist, but he stopped trying to fight it. He closed his eyes as the woman finally got his pants down, exposing his meaty, but still flaccid cock. With only a deep breath as a reply, the warrior allowed himself to be stroked by Fiora, who had begun to suck on the man’s neck.“Don’t leave a.