They also bought several matching pairs of the nicest lingerie they had ever seen, including all sorts of bras, camisoles, bustiers, panties and thong.... They completed their purchases with six pairs of shoes each, stiletto, Mary Jane and ankle boots. Both young women were happier than they had been in a very long time, life was good and getting better every day. The dressed and went down to the bar, to show off their new outfits and to see how they would be received. Their perfect English and. Their tongues dueled, their mouths attacking each other. Rhys pulled back, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. “You taste even better than I imagined. Come on, let’s go home.” Matt nodded, stunned and breathing hard. He was beyond speech. They climbed into Rhys’s car and headed toward Matt’s old neighborhood. Not much had changed, he noted, not really caring. The man sitting next to him consumed his thoughts. He could smell the other man’s arousal, sure Rhys could smell his. Rhys kept. Agonisingly slowly, he tilted his head down, and our lips met. They barely brushed once, and then he licked his lips and was back for more. He wasn’t demanding or rough, just sweet and soft and perfect, and whatever flimsy wall I had tried to construct over my emotions shattered. I could feel him tremble, and I wondered what his self-control was costing him. My hands, the only part of my arms that could move, fisted as I struggled against him. I wasn’t strong enough to stop him forcibly, but I. .." But nothing daddy. We know you fanaticize about fucking us. We found your books. Don't tell me 'Up Amy's Ass', 'Banging Beth', 'Doggie Style Daughters', and 'Doing Daddy' just happened to find their way under your mattress."Frank knew when he was beaten. He sat down at the kitchen table, took a sip of coffee, and stared at Amy."You guys planned all this to get me laid?" he asked."Yep! Well, there was a bit of self-interest on my part. I can't think of a better person to teach me about sex..