. all you have to do is ask!All I had to do was ask? I folded the letter up and put the idea behind me.---December the 5th. Three months since I had l...st seen Misty. Not a special day, yet. However, on getting home from school I spotted an envelope lying on my doormat. My first Christmas card, I thought.I opened the envelope and sure enough it contained a brightly coloured card with a naked female and the words 'Mary Christmas'. I assumed that this could only have come from Larry, a college. Mydick woke up, but still I did not react. He went more up and started massagingaround my dick, who became harder and harder. Suddenly he took my dick andstarted jerking it off. I looked up and smiled, I saw his dick woke up a little bit, so grabbed it and jerked it also. He lay down next to me, sniffing in my neck, was mmmm. He whispered what you like in my ear. Mmmmmmm many thingsI like, I am versatile and you? Sure he did not expected that answer, can I fuck you he asked me, mmmm I replied. He was kind and treated her well, but didn’t have time to date. He wasn’t always at home, which meant she had a big house to herself and sometimes, when he wanted to fuck, they did. Sometime, if he wanted a little extra he’d give her another £50 to suck his cock and swallow his load. or a £100 if he wanted to fuck her. At least she wasn’t having to fuck some old fat guy who treated her like he owned her.She told me that her landlord had friends who were looking for a similar arrangement and. And by the way, "deal with it" was the only thing my mother said to me in the bathroom that day.The next thing I knew, while I was naked from the waist down and busy cleaning up my pussy with the damp washcloth, the bathroom door all of the sudden opened up just wide enough so that my mother could stick her forearm through the door opening to quickly toss an already-open package of feminine napkins into the bathroom, before she yanked the bathroom door shut again.Mind you, my mother didn't even.