’ I said as I took off the blindfold.She blinked and screwed her eyes up against the light. ‘Only since you put your lovely cock under my nose. No...ody smells or tastes like you do.’‘Why do you think I’m leaving you?’‘Your car isn’t in the garage and the suitcase is gone. I thought you’d made a decision.’‘I have, I’ve decided to try and give you the type of sex you crave. Trouble is I don’t think I can do it. I really hate hurting you. If that’s what you need perhaps I should let you go.’‘If you. Everyone is in the kitchen talking and starting to drink their margaritas. I grab a beer and headed to the living room. I am soon joined by Rose who seems like she had enough of the girl talk in the kitchen.She sits down on the couch she says, "Hey, Mr. Brad!"The way she says it gets my cock twitching. I keep telling myself to stop being a creeper. 'She is nineteen years old and I am in my early thirties.' To take my mind off of the erection beginning to appear, I ask her how college is. I too enjoyed it. At that age i discovered about porn sites and all that stuff. I become addicted to it. I have seen granny naked many times but never felt when i once saw her pissing. I used to massage granny daily and slowly and slowly used to make my hands reach under her petticoat on her ass. Many times she even removed her petticoat , thinking i am a child. But slowly and slowly my hunger increased, i touched her pussy once and she shouted at me saying-“this is not a right place to touch,. You can sleep on the streets with those dirty street people near the station, unless the police move you on. You can sleep in one of the hostels for the homeless. I wonder what they are like? Smelly, I should think. I think you will discover soon. I will want you to tell me all about it. I will, believe me, derive pleasure from your discomfort. Do you feel despair? Despair is important too. Only you can decide whether you feel hope or despair. I want you to feel despair. I want you to.