"OK fucko, I aint got time for this shit!"No laughing Roger appeared before my eyes so I turned back to Gayla. "Ok, you look to be well over the age o... 16, and I am 32. I've been divorced for 5 years now and think I would remember the cheating cunt delivering a k**. So if you aint got a better story to tell, I need to finish my shit so I can fuck off for the weekend."She seemed nonplussed as she answered. "My mother is Candy Rafferty. Of course you might remember her as Candy Thomas. I am 18. I was thinking worse case is she would end up coming over and we would split roast his wife, which she was amazing in bed.When he came over we exchanged stories of what all was the issue with our relationships and drank a bit. Which also lead into when we would swing together. How he enjoyed watching his wife sucking my dick and I enjoyed how he would just hammer the hell out of my wife. He would also interject, with I am not gay but it was great watching you and my wife. When going back. My punishment. What had I done this time?I heard them cry out a curse of youth and life. But at what cost? Whatpenance had they impressed upon the old fool as well? Then I looked tohis wheelchair, and saw him, and I knew. Not an original curse withthem, but it was effective enough.I shook my head at the tiny baby struggling among the old man's adultclothes, and shook my head. The old man had his youth, and he wouldnever age, never die. What would become of such a child was anyone'sguess. Even I. .. you'll be making a man of him ... with an extra big penis he'll be so proud of ... building up his sexual staying power ... strengthening the love for his mother ... handled well, he'll become ... a great little stud Margot."Her ideas made my mind dizzy with lust.Iris then got out of bed and went to her wardrobe. She was busy with something.Then she came and stood by me. Her hardened nipples peeked through a studded black-leather halter.Strapped around her hips was something I'd never seen.