He isn't some "spring chicken looking fellow", who looked 20 years younger, in fact, he may look just a little bit older. Of course, that isn't to say...he isn't a knockout of a man. Built like a tank, wide arms that bulged beneath the rolled up sleeves of his finely starched white dress shirt, which of itself was covered in a tiny bumps in the front, evidence of his hairy chest, a chest like the hogshead on an ancient pirate ship. His lower body was no different, even though it was clad in. “Give me your cock”, she demanded. I immediately got on top of her and placed the tip of my thick 8” cock against her wet pussy, pushing its nearly purple head between her moist lips, then stopped. “Do you fantasize about having Alex inside you?, I whispered.“Yes, I want his cock so badly. I want to fuck him until he fills me with his cum!”, she screamed.For a woman who rarely if ever talked dirty, Jess was really embracing the fantasy. I was extremely turned on and my rock hard cock. Perhaps you’ll turn beet-red and wish you died of embarrassment, but you’ll actually hold the conversation together and expect him to do the same.”Matthew went to put on his pants and shirt. He did not fully dress because he’d be adjusting his clothes for his holsters in a few minutes. We went to our van with no additional teasing; I briefed him on the deaths along the way.“Do you have any idea how that is possible?” he asked.“No, at least not assuming Earth Freshly Turned accurately described. I think it was when you had to bust her butt that one time for stealing the candy bar from Tom's Market. We've talked about it a lot, as she was scared she was a freak or something." And you don't think that I am some sick old man for the thoughts in my head?!" I had to ask her."I am quite curious, and more then willing to listen to these things that are in your head, Daddy, but I honestly don't think that you are anything close to a sick old man. Just a Man with needs, Daddy." she answers with.