"Well, the father wouldn't accept that so in the end, just to shut him up, the tramp agreed to take 200 quid and a lift to Dartmouth. So, he was chauf...eured there & duly deposited outside a waterfront pub with 10 twenty quid notes in his pocket.Well, the tramp was now in an unusual situation for him. He didn't need to walk any further, he had the price of several pints in his pocket and for once the terrible need to drink wasn't there. So he decided to wander up the street and look in the shop. Or no playtime later," she teased as her hand gave my cock a squeeze.I got up and headed downstairs. I picked up my pants - really fucked that zipper up - and my shirt. I found Dad's tie on my way downstairs. It had a huge line of dried cum on it. Probably won't want that back. I jumped in the shower, put on some shorts, and tossed my laundry in. I looked at the tie and threw it in as well. Fuck it.I went to the kitchen and found her sitting by the table, steaming mug in hand, with her legs. She would hover in that position and move up and down on the tip. I forgot the pretense of pretending and started holding my cock straight up and letting her hump it.Eventually, I started leaning forward and running my fingers over her ass. I would get as far under her ass to her slit as I could. As she rubbed her clit against my cock head I would start fingering her and slipping my middle finger inside.This also started escalating and soon she began slipping her panties off altogether. By. A lithe brunette with gravity defying breasts was naked and writhing on top of an over-muscled guy. Her hand was conveniently in the way of showing anyone's genitals. "Their hips are totally in the wrong places for them to actually be screwing," Jay sagely pointed out before belching wetly.I wanted to get Corey out of my head and this seemed an opportune conversation for distraction. It was especially necessary since I could hear the shower running, and with it rained down images of Corey under.