Bernie's 10" cock throbbed synchronously with my father's 8inches. The gray hairs on Bernie's chest and pubic area meshed with myfather's. He lay atop...him, kissing him deeply, his cock lying sandwichedbetween their bellies, my father's cock, on the other hand, protruding frombetween Bernie's legs, mounting the slit in Bernie's ass as if seeking anentrance into the warmth of Bernie's hot hole. They loved this way for along time. My father broke the silence and said, "Let's sixty nine.". "Why doesn't he just eat her pussy. The bitch's got some pussy on her." Linda thought."Heck! I'd eat that fat pussy", she muttered and then immediately felt that blood rushing to her cheeks and surprisingly to her clitoris too. "Fuck!" she muttered again, almost angry at herself and turned the TV back on. On screen was her son on his back while the fat hooker rode his strong, white dick."How can he bear that much weight on his tiny body?" she mused as the hooker bounded up and down on her son's. He wouldn't be as rough on her as he had others. She was different. He would just have to be more inventive. He had the books, books on bondage, on autoerotica, on sexual enslavement. He mentally rubbed his hands together. He couldn't wait to get started on it all. He just had to get through tonight. Tomorrow, Sunday, he would make excuses to his wife, she didn't care if he was there unless she needed an arm to go somewhere anyway. And he would spend the day with Michelle.It was an engine. That. Stay HERE STAY!!! for the rest of the night this is me fighting myself, the wanting to go over there and chat with her and the reason and logic that I am gonna get myself in big trouble with this lady. I can get fired STOP!!! I find some nonsense endless paperwork to keep myself busy for the last few hours and she eventually left which made my night much easier. I felt more at ease and wasn’t too worry about being unease. The way she smiles at me sometimes ignites a spark on me that I can’t.