" Get it? You never should have lost my drugs in the first place." I didn't lose them. My stash was in the trunk of my car, which I let my old lady bo...row to go visit her mom. I'll have them tonight, Mr. Hammer, I swear."It hit me at once who he was talking to. That was Vince "the Hammer." I'd heard his last name, but it was something ethnic I couldn't pronounce or spell. He was a mid-level mob boss accused of over a dozen murders, but never convicted. It seemed the witnesses always. It is best to make it playful or outright say that you "need" her (shirt) off because you just have to see those exquisite (breasts). Every time you take off the shirt or pants there should be a genuine compliment to go along with it. What do you like about her when her shirt is off? Maybe it's not even her breasts, but you better have a compliment. There must be a reason you love when her clothes come off. As a side note, unless she makes it a big deal, your clothes don't matter. Just whip. Cautiously, I peeked around the corner and into my room. On my bed stroking his cock with one of my thigh high stockings was my son. I barely caught the gasp that was about to escape my lips. My son was jerking off on my bed and seemingly reading something on his laptop, as his moans of pleasure increased. I was frozen in shock and my legs felt trapped in cement, I couldnt take my eyes off my son and his shockingly large cock. It was only a minute, maybe two, before my son moaned, Oh yes,. O’ Paul, he is fucking my ass with a rhythm and pace. Soon he will fill me up with a load from his balls. His cock is tantalizing my prostate. Prof smiles, listening all the sexy details told by Luigi and looks at Paul sitting in the chair. His cock is leaking fast and furious. His pre cum sliding along his shaft making it glisten. Paul positively needing more pleasure. Professor asked Paul to stand up in front of Luigi, close to his face. As Paul moved in place, he moaned; his cock jumped to.