I turn around and look at my ass. Small but very spankable, I love feeling hands on it as I am used. I grasp it and spread it apart. After so my years...my hole is well fucked and it certainly looks it. Used by countless cocks and more, it almost pulses at the prospect of what’s to come. I’ve never wished to have a pussy and nor do I call it one either. Rather I think of it as something else entirely. I can clench it tight and milk whatever is in me, controlling how much pleasure my lover. He sat back down and we chatted sports for a while longer until he suddenly stood, lifted himself up and sat on the ledge with only his legs in the water.His cock was again in perfect view...seemingly there to tempt me.He kept talking about football as I tried not to glance down or stare at his cock... which was hard (not his cock, not looking at it and drooling like a coed slut)... like my own had again become at the sight of his impressive member and the idea of actually sucking cock for the. It was almost as if I didn’t want a way out of this exciting situation. Ultimately, I tentatively decided to go with it, and fell asleep somewhat relieved.The next evening, after dinner, we went into the living room to watch TV. Dad sat in his recliner and Laurel walked up to him and asked, “Do you want me?” Dad reached out and pulled her onto his lap, saying, “Oh, sweetheart, I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.And you know that as well as I do.” He pulled her head down for a kiss and said,. She produced a homemade bar of soap and he washed himself thoroughly. He soaked for a bit, then dried himself on a towel she handed him. He wrapped the towel around his waist and helped her drain the tub. He filled the tub again from the sink while she heated the water. She had washed his boxers, so he sat in one of the wooden chairs with the towel covering him. She brought out his first aid supplies and fresh bandages. She carefully redressed the three minor wounds before moving on to the.