“I want you to experience the intimacy and intensity of penetration.” she whispered. “lift your knees up toward your chest as before.”“Yes M...mmy” I replied.Mrs. Perkins knelt between my feet and scooped up the syrupy contents of my balls and liberally applied it to the life-like dildo. She then placed the tip against my still-lubed anal ring. “Now relax and breath, boy” said a nurturing Mrs. Perkins, as she leaned into me. The head of the dildo easily slipped into my anal passage and that even. Since it was a gift, and I already had a tidy profit awaiting me, I bought it and checked off my dad’s birthday present from a mental list.Once again, I headed for my car, and once again, something caught my eye. It wasn’t merchandise. It was a redheaded woman, probably about my parents’ age, browsing the booths, and she was hot as hell. I saw her just as she bent over to pick up something on the far side of the table at the booth, giving me a great view of her ass in tight jeans. She had big. Pushing my head to go hard. I can feel the goosebumps on her skin. I switch between the two breasts and play for some time. I’m continuously sucking her nipples. It became too much for her. She grabs my hair, lifts my head and starts kissing hard. We go on like that for a few minutes. In the meantime, I opened my shorts and took her hand and placed it on my dick. She was reluctant to touch it. After a couple of tries, she holds it and starts stroking it. I ask her to give me a blowjob and she. I prefer brunettes ... Ouch!” Marilyn slugged me in the shoulder at that comment. I looked back at my sister. “It’s just, well, keep it under wraps, okay?”“Just how rich are you?”I shook my head. “Does it matter? I’m rich enough I can fly on chartered airplanes and take my wife on nice vacations. How rich do you need to be?”“How?”No way to explain that one. “Remember long ago when I had that fight on the school bus...” I gave her the quick and simple explanation. I finished, however, with,.