At times I'd envisaged him as Goliath, this massive man of formidable powers and strength. Yet here he was in person, no larger or stronger or more im...osing than the average man I'd meet in the street.But I had a role to play."Good evening to you, Mr. Ashley," I said, still my adopted Charleston-ese to the core; over the years it had become second nature. "But I'm unaware that we've met. It's probably my fault, I'm forgetful of faces, will you remind me?" Give it up, Jack, it's me, Richard," he. 5 inch dick with some girth to it), began looking at her differently.Needless to say I kept this only as fantasy since my father was still alive and fantasy was good enough as a young man, and since I had a girlfriend who loved sex, left it as masturbation material.Near the wnd of my senior year of high school, my father was diagnosed with cancer, and began radiation treatmens, only to pass about 9 months later from complications. Obviously, mom and I were both extremely saddened by this and. They had watched the telly most of the evening, when Flo suddenly rose and slid down her knickers, saying that “tomorrow was Richards night once more,” and that “I have decided when home I hope, I will be able to show you evidence of my spanking before I screw you!” And this time she said she would not be releasing him till she was sated, did he understand? His nod said it all, eyes bright, he watched as she showed him her backside, and said that she had decided that before he was secured. So far everything had been pretty quiet. Ben had just sat down at the nurse’s station next to Trina when they heard a moan coming out of Mr. Roth’s room, right across from them. “I’ll get him this time, Ben. You sit down and take a break for a bit.” Trina said as she rose from her chair. Ben watched her cute ass wiggle in her white nurse’s dress as she walked toward Mr. Roth’s room. Damn, her ass was fine! Almost as fine as the front view, where her perky tits stretched the white material and.