It was one of the most domestic mornings of my life. It was also more than a little surreal. I felt like Brad and I were married, but somehow that was...not a comfortable feeling for an 18 year old who was about to go off to college and begin her life. That was the beginning of my doubts. While I loved Brad, did I really want that kind of commitment? This is just one more thing for me to think about.When I got out of the shower, I went into my room and dried my hair and put on another bikini.. The HOG looked sideways at me. I felt fucking crap then. Of course he wouldn’t want to talk about his child to some cheap slapper who’d blagged him into fucking her in the arse. The HOG got out his wallet and opened it to show me a picture of a freckle-faced boy with a toothy grin. The kid had his eyes. That kind of hit me in the gut somehow. I never cried to talk about my shite life or hear about his dead marriage but the tears spilled over when I saw the kid had his eyes. The HOG put his. Her face was flushed as she came hard on top of him, shuddering as they fucked slowly beside me.Loving how her pussy feels when we fuck I could imagine what he was feeling inside her, making myself horny and producing a bulge in my own pants. Her pussy would tighten around his cock, grasping as her orgasm went on, until the sensation would probably cause him to cum. Surprisingly she continued riding him, moaning loudly and not caring who heard, her sexual freedom more than likely inspired by. A pair of sure grip gloves and climbing shoes had me running up the marble corner of the mansion using only my grip strength, and it was only by teaching me previously forbidden subjects like fighting skills and weapons that Al had any leverage over me at all. Under his influence, though, I completed my school studies, earning several diverse Master's Degrees, in my favorite subjects, although I could have added on several more if I had put in a little more effort.Al had a hard enough time.