After morning tea I wanted to call my ex-boyfriend. Perhaps we could come to an un-exing agreement. Instead, I made myself log into the first site on ...an's list. The image took some moments to form on my screen. Either it was a data heavy site or the network was working hard. I was idly thinking the site wouldn't work for people with dial-up accounts when I recognized the images before me. Heat rose across my throat and cheeks. A group of naked masturbating men were crowded about a bespeckled. ’ That last was said with a trace of sarcasm. It was out before I knew it. ‘I’ve tried to be aware of the important times in your life since I left Peter. I was there at the funeral and I know you saw me. I’ve always known what you were doing.’ ‘Why didn’t you call or write to tell us you were OK? Dad worried about you until the day he died. He never forgot you, and I know he forgave you so why didn’t you come back?’ ‘Because of you Peter. He forgave me but you never did. Never once did you. (I wondered how it would feel to stroke and suck it….) Fascinated, I watched them enjoy each other, and then I returned attention to my own cock which was buried between Ayen’s pouty lips. She moved away and Val lay on top me, kissing with me, then rubbing her tits on my face to let me suck her tits as much as possible and nibble on her nipples; she moved down, and her almost bald wet pussy and hips ground against my throbbing cock, which badly wanted some pussy by then. Ayen, facing Val,. I didn't say anything as I quietly entered, but Katie hear the close the door behind me. "Thank god you're back!" she said. "I can't stand any more. Fuck me! Please fuck me now ... please..." Soon, little girl," I said. "Just be patient a little longer." I turned on the TV and DVD player, and started the video I'd inserted earlier. It was stifling hot in the garage after the cool of the house."No!" she cried as I started to walk away. "Please! I'll do anything you ask—anything! I'll never be.