He said as he closed the the door.''Happy, you and those stupid dimples of your, God your just like your father"."Thanks, but if I'm truly like him yo... won't mind if I do this" I said as I grabbed her nice firm ass.My father always grabbed her ass it was his of saying hello, goodbye, thanks and so much more.She laughed and then hit me in the arm as she said "God you truly are your father's son!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Timeout let me the. “Jackie Camelot, she’s called. And I thought you and her should meet. What do you reckon?”I raised my eyebrows.“No promises or nothing,” Mandy said. “You might not like each other. But I think you will. You haven’t met no one yourself, have you?”“Nah,” I said. “Had that business to sort out back home and now I’m trying to build the business back up.” It was hard to concentrate because it all came flooding back to me, how smoothly she and I had come together, talking and having sex at the same. He started narrating a story about a headless ghost roaming around the woods, seeking revenge from all the little boys she encounters for all the trouble they caused her while she was alive. The father’s storytelling abilities lacked consistency however and it made the horror story too clumsy to be scary. Bart decided to take the relay however and told a tale of his own, about a radioactive man in a world of zombies. More fiction then horror, Bart still managed to captivate his. Whatever. We’ve all been there sometime. I shouldn’t judge him for that I think so I go down and think I’m going to lick his balls to see if that gets him hard. I move closer and I’m confronted with the waft of his scent. It’s hard to describe. He was showered and not particularly dirty but he also just smelled of grease and grime and there was no way I was getting anywhere near his body now. So I say, “let’s go in the shower. That’d be pretty hot, don’t you think?” We get in and I say I have.