”“What am I working on?”Peter looked up at Alan. There was an unusual, but complimentary, relationship between the two men. Alan was a whiz at g...tting into places that were off limits, but he didn’t know what to do once he got there. Peter was a tool user and could only accomplish whatever his tools were capable of doing, but he had the vision that Alan lacked. Remarkably, both men wanted exactly the same thing – a life of freedom.“Did you look at the query?”“Of course I did. You’re looking for. We had this talk when there was all the trouble with Liz.”“She’s a good kid, Dad,” I said gently. “Having sex, getting pregnant, and using drugs were things she DID, not who she IS.”“Don’t those two things go together?”“And every mistake you’ve ever made ought to be tallied up and used to judge you, rather than have me see you as a pretty good dad and a good husband to Mom?”“‘Pretty good dad’ but ‘good husband’?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.“Show me one kid who thinks their parents are. We both liked Sambuca, we both liked wine, it was bound to be good. Now, there is a possibility that by this point we were a little tipsyand that maybe our judgement was not quite as sharp as it could have been; certainly I remember being rather unstable on the short journey from sofa to fridge to collect the wine and then having to be sent back to find some glasses and then being sent back once again to go and get the corkscrew ... which certainly dates it because every bottle of wine I buy. With her nails biting into my skin she withdraws almost entirely before slowly pushing her delicious cock back in. Enjoying the tightness she fucks my tight virgin hole with long deep strokes, eyes half closed. Gradually the pain subsides and I realise that her magnificent fat cock in my arse is actually turning me on.She removes the handcuffs and tells me to turn around and lie on my back. Lifting my calves onto her shoulders she pulls me towards her and sinks her cock back inside me. She.