“Ben, you cannot talk about me this way with your friends. From now on I am your father’s girlfriend and we should conduct ourselves appropriately...”“We’ll conduct ourselves in whatever why seems most appropriate at the time. Right now, my friend is complimenting your boobs. I think that’s it’s only fair you should allow him to see them.” Was he serious? Had I heard him correctly? I couldn’t have, Christian seemed nonplussed by the conversation.“Ben, if your father knew what you were asking me. " He blinked at her, hesitating. "Well, don't you?" No, thanks, fine proposal, sir, if a bit on the plain side, but I think I'd rather live in sin for a while, new experience. They still call it that? What's better for income tax? How old are you anyhow?" Joint filing is better I think. My wife did all that. Recently I just hired an accountant." He smiled at her. "I'm a hundred and two, I think, most days, lately a bit less. Creaky you might say. Uninsurable but eager to learn." OK, lets, why. "Goddamned bad ear!" she thought.She finally decided to call 911. Even though Muriel had worked with the police department for years, she was nervous - she'd never had cause to call 911 before.Pete Riordan was several miles away, in the middle of mediating what had been a noisy and near violent fight between a husband and wife. When his shoulder mounted radio squawked he made the couple sit on either end of their couch while he answered the radio call.Police dispatch wanted to know if he would. I’d lock his ass up like this, only worse. I’d get one of those huge butt plugs and shove that up his ass and make him go to work for a week, no wait, two weeks! That would serve him right!Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly threw on a pair of Under Armor running shorts, an old Nike t-shirt and opened the door. To my surprise it was this guy I had fucked before, Carter. A cute younger looking guy in his early twenties, Carter stood about 5’6”, weight about 120 soaking wet. With long.