" Mr. Newark reassured me. "He doesn't want golden showers or anything...." He paused. "He likes what I believe they term 'grudge fucking'." I was puz...led. "What's that?" I said. "Rough sex." Mr. Newark said. "Very rough sex." I didn't know what to make of that, really. I took the man, Donald's, number, and sat pondering this 'grudge fucking'. I turned to my laptop and googled it. There wasn't much information on this phenomenon, but there were a few porn clips. I downloaded them and. Good for me cause I'm not attracted to runway model bone bags. And although I'm in my 60's, I enjoy the views well build ladies sometimes display on purpose or by accident. Well as the years have passed I've enjoyed glimpses of both my daughter in law and her sister Mortisha. Long coal black hair, caramel skin, sensuous lips, dark almond eyes, nice firm butts, and cleavage to make the imagination run wild. Years went by with nothing but those glimpses, then after a baby came and we had a. "I sucked him too! Do you want to know what he tastes like?"Chew on that a while. I wasn't sure she'd actually done what she was saying, but I didn't know what to think any more than any other husband would. I had to ask one more time."Honey. I don't know what you're talking about. What's going on?" Don't you 'honey' me, you bastard! How much have you slept around? How many times have you done it? How many women have you done it with? Or have they been men? My God, you're gay! That explains. I. I didnt get to taste it. She felt both cocks jerk inside her and when they both laughed, she knew she wasnt in trouble. That had pleased them, the thought that she was sad because she wanted to taste their cum. Her father gripped her hips tightly. Be good to your baby sister, Hector. She wants to taste your cum. She winced as he pulled his cock out of her sore, thoroughly fucked little cunt, and gasped when she felt two of his fingers slam deep inside. He pumped his fingers inside her cunt,.