"And what about our folks? What do you think they'd say? And the kids? What makes you think they'd go along with something like that?" The folks would...never know. They're not going to leave that house any more until they die. As far as the kids go, all we can do is ask them. When they know the truth, I don't see how they could help but go along." God!" Ken said, seeing the idea take form. "We'd have to be very careful. A lot of changes would have to be made. Once we did it, we could never back. "Hey, Mrs. Karley... I watched you in 'Space Vixens Jello Wrestlers' last night, and you were HOT!"Mom, of course, is proud of her work, and she graciously accepted the compliments, while also deftly declining their teenage, pimply-faced, awkward advances.It was much the same way with my dad. People here in the community see him as a middle-aged, respectable businessman who drives a really nice car and spends quality time with his family. All that is true, but I also have a shelf full of DVDs. She squirted a gusher all over Mark's face while he greedily lapped at her sweet moistness. I was rock hard by now, and couldn't help but to reach into my boxers and start stroking. Mark pulled away as Lisa's legs released his face from her deathgrip. His goatee and her beautiful bush glistened with their juices. Lisa then reached down to unbuckle Mark's pants. She never initiated things with me. She couldn't get his pants down fast enough, but when she did, I could see what she was in a hurry. His short, disheveled hair at one time may have been a light chestnut brown, but it's now nicely peppered with grey. He has a strong, angular nose and soft lips perfectly framed by a well-trimmed beard, also dappled with grey. All that aside, it's his piercing ice-blue eyes under thick, expressive brows that catch my breath every time. Definitely not a "pretty boy." At this point I've lost count of how many reps I've done and I realize my arms are feeling like jello. In my head I coach myself,.