Tim got out his fishing pole and cast it out . My wife laid her towel on the ground undid her top and laid down to tan her tits. I said Tim was fishin... and you where topless? She said yeah but it didn't take him long to real in the line and come join me on the towel. She said we smoked a joint and started talking about how he enjoys fucking me even though you know about it. He said he can't understand why you would allow him to fuck me when ever he wants to. What did you say I asked. She said I. Casual acquaintances. Relatives. Strangers. Close friends I’ve known for a decade or more, but who have no idea that I’m a member in good standing of the National Association of Perverts and Pornographers. How do I talk to these people? I’m proud of what I do, and I like to think I’m halfway good at it. I like to share it, too, otherwise I’d just write it down and tear it up, the way I used to. It’s been a long time since I resigned myself to the fact that I can’t write to please Grandma, but. Raymond was taken aback at what he saw. Or rather, what he didn’t see.“I saw your hands right after we got you calmed down. You were openly bleeding from each finger. It looked like you tore each of your fingernails out, probably from the roots,” Raymond exclaimed as he examined his son’s large but perfectly normal and apparently uninjured digits.Tim let go a large breathe he didn’t realize he was holding. “I can explain, Dad. But to be honest, I’m a little scared of what you might think about. You work my cock into a frenzy with your mouth and your hand. I can feel you getting harder, wanting to cum but I won’t let you yet - too soon. I wank you slowly as you suck me. I run a finger around your ass, gently slipping into you.I slide off you, roll you on your back and push your stockinged legs wide and high, holding your ankles. Your ass is glistening as I touch it with my hard cock. Gently I push into you, sliding in easily. You moan gently. I’m slow. Easing in. My wet cock slides.