Maar vlucht naar de keuken. Daar maak ik brood klaar, bak een ei mettomaat voor elk, zet thee en beleg de boterhammen. Als alles klaar is,zet ik het n...tjes op een dienblad en breng het naar zijn kamer."Zet het maar op het tafeltje, ik kom er uit."IK zet het neer op tafel en ga in de stoel bij de tafel zitten. Waldokomt nu ook uit bed. Verwonderd kijk ik hem aan: "Wat draag jij in bed?"Hij draagt een finaal doorzichtig nachthemd. "Dat zie je toch wel. Ditis lekker kort en lekker vrij. Jij wil. He is big, black and built and had the reputation of being a womanizer. In fact he constantly bragged about the women he fucked and the size of his cock, which I’ve seen while showering and changing into his uniform and he looked quite hung. One of the things my partner liked to do was to drive up to the Lookout Point where couples, especially the younger ones, went to fool around and have sex in their cars. He’d walk up to their car, shine a light in the window and if the girl was hot he’d. "Dad shook his newspaper and buried his head within it, a sign that he had said his bit. Mom said nothing but a faint, quirky smile perched on her lips. She looked so hot I wished she would go into the kitchen so I could pull her arms behind her and press her into the fridge and grind my pants against her old-fashioned, tweed skirt."Are you going to make tea, Mom?" I asked hopefully."No, I'm fine right where I am." The smile deepened. "I wouldn't mind a cup if you're making it, though." Me. Now give it to me, harder, harder."I grasped her buttocks and enjoyed her with the image of her luscious sister in my mind. Ginger, as she was called, was only fourteen but she was well beyond just pretty, and she just loved playing with boys and men. I had talked several times to the guards at the port, but a man can only resist so much, and Ginger was a walking and talking sex dream to bend any man's resolve.As I fucked her lovely sister and she bounced on my legs, eyes tightly closed, I.