‘Well, it’s more of a curatorial course,’ I said. ‘My undergrad degree was in art history rather than in doing clever things w...th paint brushes and welding equipment and stuff like that.’‘Nothing wrong with a bit of welding equipment,’ a voice behind me said.‘Ah, Orpington. Meet William,’ Mrs Hattersley said.As I’ve already mentioned, I’m quite tall. It’s not unusual for me to be the tallest person in the room. However,. The only thing better than a shower to wind down from a shitty day at work was to let Jenny do her stuff in the bedroom so I nodded in agreement and said, "I wont be long." It was at that point that the door to the bathroom opened and Angela casually walked in wearing her red dressing gown wrapped up at the front and nothing else. "Are you going to be long?" she asked sounding almost exactly like her daughter when she asked that question. "No not long," I uttered grabbing the soap and starting. Faster and faster we moved together as our pleasure built, reaming my cock deep into her pussy."O fuck yes Bobby, faster, harder, fuck yes Bobby yes" O god Jessie, fuck sister I'm gonna cum, yes gonna cum"I felt my balls begin to tighten and my cock throb as the cum boiled from my ball bag. With a cry of release and pleasure I ploughed my cock as deep as it would go into Jessie's womb and held it there as my boiling sperm flooded into her. As my cum shot forth in a raging torrent Jessie. Some quick math told me that he was seventy years old. I sensed that he was working up to asking me a question that was really on his mind and I wondered what it could be.After some more small talk, Erik went quiet for a moment and looked me in the eyes.“Tell me Tom, just how exactly did you meet my daughter? You seem to lead vastly different lives and you don’t have a lot in common in everyday life.” His bushy eyebrows arched when he asked his question.I guess that question must have played.