"But you can't ... My God! What do you people do? You must have found the fountain of youth! You can't be..." Fifty-two?" he interjected. "That's how ...ld I am. Of course between Ali, Kenny and the baby, they serve to keep me young. And unlike my child bride, I am — like Ed Bradley — an honest-to-God grandfather — several times over. All of my children — Jennifer, Bill and Brian — have children of their own now. I know you met Joan the day she delivered her little boy. Isn't she a. The pressure must be awful."He grinned weakly, "Yeh. I can feel every square millimeter inside you. When your sweet pussy clamps down and milks me, I have to concentrate on your pleasure or I'll lose it. I've probably spurted several times, so it keeps some of the pressure off."Remember, we have a unique system between us when we share sensations. I don't have to come to get my jollies -- your pleasure is literally my pleasure. I ache, I hurt and am always on the verge, but it's really no. Anderson refused to release the fistful of my hair in his left hand. If my eyes hadn't been closed I would have been looking right at the antique ceiling fan. My pussy contracted violently on Mr. Andersons thick thumb as he continued to rub my flooding insides. I could hear my pussy spluttering as it squeezed his manly poker. And then I came all over his hand; pussy juice streamed out of my gaping pink hole and ran down my legs stopping only briefly at my panties before continuing to the wooden. And…if he wants to fuck you…you will let him.”Dad took Mom’s bra, panties, skirt, and blouse with him as he left, closing the door behind him.Mom crawled in under the covers with me. Her hand reached my stiff cock. Then Mom said, “I thought you were awake. Did you see everything? Did you hear what your father said?”I answered, “He said that I could fuck you.”Mom giggled and rolled onto her back spreading her legs for me.I rolled over and slipped my cock into the same hole that I had came out.