What a whore! Didn't take long to get her in bed."He held onto my dick displaying it like a trophy. "Well she looks like a horny bitch, maybe ...e should fuck her now." They went on like this about me, treating me like trash, and a female. I felt abused, but my cock only got harder. As Gene pulled on my dick I struggled to get up. "Please sir, they will wonder where I am." Gene grabbed me by the hair and arched my back. "what do you mean bitch?" "If I don't call they. ”Mom, sat on my chair, put her phone on the desk, said, “This will take a while,” and started the recording.[Sounds of food prep: refrigerator opening, pans clanging, etc. Humming, singing.]“Hey, did you forget something, little lady?”“Nope. The eggs and bacon are nearly ready; the biscuits are done and staying warm in the oven. Did you want OJ?“I see where your daughter gets what you fondly call her ‘sense of humor.’”[SMACK!]“Ouch, you brute. Who told you that you could spank the chef? I don’t. She took the other hand and took the role of teacher upon herself in front of her student’s face. Tempting her clit is small circles facing him completely. She tilted her hips in each circular motion of a small dance of erotic intentions over his naked body. She stuck her fingers inside her pussy and coated his lips with her taste again as she rose to turn away from him. She placed both feet under each of his thighs and guided him into her facing away from him. She leaned forward as she slowly. So, he lived in his little house near Neptune, New Jersey, three blocks from the beach that he never went to anymore because he couldn’t see the girls in their bikinis. Howard had always had a weakness for girls in bikinis, and it galled him that he couldn’t see them anymore.Howard’s main pleasure in sex was visual -- he had never had a wife or even a girlfriend, because he didn’t want to stop looking at pretty girls, and when you were in an exclusive relationship with a woman they expected you.