They were moist. Karissa had recently cum inside of them. “Something wrong?” she asked. “Nothing,” I lied, as I dropped the briefs, spun aroun..., and hid my hands behind my back. “Did you have a question about something?” she asked. “Uh... well... when does dinner normally start?” I asked, hoping to change the subject. “Should start at 6,” she answered. “Cool,” I said. “I... I got to help Becca with some... some things. I'll talk to you later.” “Okay, I'll see you,” she said. “See you,” I. I have to admit that it is hard to understand, after twenty seven years you think you know someone, and I'd never have dreamt that she would do this. Yes, she might get unhappy or tempted, but to do this is against everything she believes in. But I have to accept that she did it, and I have to decide how do I want to spend the rest of my life." With Mum, surely, Dad? You can't really imagine a life without her, can you? Not really, when you think about the long term. Not now, not this week, but. Two months ago, I sent a short manuscript to a publisher of my father's acquaintance. It is just a short piece, a satirical look at the posturing of men and women during a soiree. I am of no account to most people; therefore, I can observe their antics. The publisher found it amusing (I am quoting him here), and he sent it back to me with instructions for an improvement. I shall prepare a revision at once and send it back!To think that I might be a published writer soon! Perhaps this might. Her beautiful hairy pussy was a sight to behold. She said, "I love to watch you jack off and I envision it is my hand rubbing your hard, hairy dick. I love when you get to the point of your climax and tell me you want to shoot your load into my mouth." That's all I needed to hear. I stood up and moaned as my hand stroked "I want to cum in your mouth." It was her signal, she dropped to her knees and opened her mouth directly in front of me. The timing could not have been better. I shot my thick.