Her favorite color was pink, the stereotypical girly color, but she had so much in pink already – clothes, accessories, even her car’s exterior an... interior – that buying something pink for her would simply sicken me. Item after item came to mind, and was rejected for one reason or another, and by the time my brother and I arrived at the house, I was feeling rather dejected. Thursday night, as we were preparing for jazz band rehearsal, I went over to Todd and pulled him aside, briefly. You know." You don't cum?" Dad asked and I shook my head."Yeah, I suppose..." he sucked his lips thoughtfully. "I guess I could, uh, show you. If you want me to." Would you, Daddy? Would you show me how a boy does it?" I asked."Yeah," he nodded. "Let me see it and we'll..." Here..." I didn't even untie my bathrobe, I just pulled it open and my penis was right there, standing stiff and almost straight up, all seven inches of it, dripping wet at the tip."Okay, well..." Dad looked at it for a few. We were a filthy hot couple, anal licking and fucking, oral play anything, anytime anywhere. We had and still have many friends, dirty friends. Frank even introduced me to a number of female lovers in particular one female farmer who trained dogs, very good dogs.Oh yes back to the story, the young girls, Sylvia and I met at high school on our first day when just 11 and years later even after I moved away we still remained close friends. Just recently she has been having hard times, losing her. You’re always on my mind. You’re like an addiction,’ she confessed. Eddie looked at her and saw that she looked like she was about to cry. ‘Aylar..’ he sighed. ‘You are a gorgeous young girl, and I’m a middle aged man with a girlfriend. Why me?’ Aylar hadn’t known he had a girlfriend. She wondered if she should give up, but decided against it. ‘You’re not middle aged, baby,’ she smiled. ‘You’re only 37. Middle aged is, like, 50. And as for why you, I don’t know. You’re just perfect to me, in.