He slowly inserted one finger inside me and moved it back and forth gently. I went to place my hand in his hair, but he pulled his head back, so I jus... went back to sitting still. He worked his fingers out of my cunt and moved them towards my ass. At first he just left them there while his other hand continued grabbing my breast. Then he slowly began working his finger into my ass. I shuddered slightly as it first entered, my juices not quite acting as enough lubricant. Once he had it in. It might be for his checking of regular health. But the reason given there made me shell shocked. It is dated 10 years ago and shown as HIV +. I am blundered by this result. During one evening I went and asked to my father that whether he has aids. He said yes. He replied that for this reason only he doesn’t have sex for past 10 years with mom. Oh god for 10 years that’s quite unbelievable and I wondered how much sex starving that my mom has. All of a sudden my father asked me son can you Do. “Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!” she shrieked and immediately mashed the brakes but it was too late. Flashing blue lights exploded onto the road behind her and she was well and truly caught. “Oh, crap crap crap!” she swore. The last thing she needed was another ticket. Her husband had nearly had a stroke when he found out about her last one and this time she was sure to pay. “Crap!” she said again for emphasis, then sighed and turned into a dirt road conveniently screened by foliage that would. So you draw me a bath. Warm and full of bubbles. I settle in and you bring in the flutes of champagne. I sip mine while you drink yours more quickly in order to strip and come into the bath with me. You brush the bubbles away from my shoulders and kiss my neck, running your hands down my shoulders, and my arms, and settling weightlessly at my waist. You trace circles at my waist with you finger tips, letting me know you are there, but not giving me what I want. I finish my champagne off and.