He walked up to the front door and it opened before he could put the key in the lock."I've been worried sick… you forgot your phone! Where have you ...een? Have you been drinking? Who was that driving the car? What were you thinking?" Whoa, babe, slow down." Don't ‘babe' me. Answer me!" My head is pounding, and you yelling at me isn't helping. I will tell you everything, but right now, I need an aspirin and some sleep." Fine! Sleep on the couch. I'm going to bed by myself."Jason was too tired and. Val lifted up and then kneeled over my hips. I felt fingers (Ayen? Val?) hold my cock and then Val’s pussy slowly lowered onto it. She was tight and wet and began moving forward and back, almost as good a fucker as Lianne. I wondered if Lianne was watching us. I imagined the two of them the preceding night with Jason, and my cock seemed to harden even more as I imagined them then and realized he and Lianne now were fucking each other. With Ayen riding my mouth, I couldn’t turn my head but I. With nothing better to do, she popped a couple of pills and typed in the web address. The page was very plain, with a large text header that read Brian DeFalco photography: model portal, followed by an email address. Below that, there was a text entry box with a notation that it was to be used if he had offered a code. Not paying much attention to the text below, she shrugged her shoulders, entered the code, and pressed the button next to the text box. The next page was just as plain, and was a. "Damn dad, damn! I just don't know any older guy who has a chest as hot asyours. Damn!" You've always liked it haven't you, Stevie? Even when you were but alad?" You've known dad," Steve asked as he pealed the fabric away from his dadto toss it on the nearby bed. He turned to admire the man from whose bodyhe had been made. Steve watched his dad finished the last drop of hiscocktail. The son added, "I want to look like you, dad. And to admire ahairy chest of my own in the mirror."Lee smiled..