" You sound like Mom." If you want my help, you'll have to go back to school. Learnanything...something." I'm not interested in that stuff." You don't...have to be interested in 'that' stuff," I said. "Becomeinterested in 'some' stuff. Other than racing, what excites you?"She thought then answered. "I like to read. Old stuff." What old stuff." I like James Joyce and Dorothy Parker."I nearly feel over, and then motioned Becca to go into the den. Ifollowed. "Feel free to read what ever you like," I. They have been fucking for about 2 years now. I know about that. I loved to watch her suck and fuck him. Mostly suck. Usually I ask her to do such things to his cock that she never does to mine. Every time they would fuck together, she starts session from some good blow job. And that’s fucking turn on! I sit by their side on the sofa or a couch, have my drink and enjoy the show. I make them both get naked, and chose a position that I prefer. And I make him fuck her as hard as he can, fucking. She was so engrossed in the scene below and the heat of her pussy she did not notice me lift up her dress behind her and my hand joined hers feeling her soaking wet pussy. She gasped as she realised I was there and allowed my fingers to take over- She was so wet and open that 4 fingers did fill her completely and she leant forward and opened her legs. " I want all your fingers so I feel like that mare" she said. I obliged by tucking my thumb in and easing my hand into her - I rotated my hand. ‘Of course, Mr. Gene.’ Though I stood a full head over her in height, she shooed me through the door like a mother to a small child. ‘Come… come. I make your favorite today.’ Back in the kitchen, she sat me down at the dining table and donned an apron, moving about the kitchen with expertise as if she were the owner of the house instead of me. As I watched her, the idea came over me of what it might be like to have her living there permanently like a steady girlfriend instead of just coming by.