If he liked you he would do anything for you. This meant a lot of people, including my mom took advantage of him. At 43 he was the owner of one of the...areas largest home rental services, owned several apartment complexes and made a nice fortune day trading. While his bank statements were attractive he definitely wasn’t the best-looking guy. He was slightly overweight and was going bald. After he brought in the last of the boxes he returned to the kitchen, poured a glass of water and joined me. “Patricia,” he said as if she ought to know who he was.“Yes?”“Beautiful singing this week,” he complimented her. She put on her most heavenly smile and thanked him. He stepped closer and kissed her—a wild, rough kiss that made her instantly wet. “Is it true what they say about you?” he whispered.“Probably not,” She teased. “What have you heard?”“That you can’t ever get enough cock.” As he said it, he rubbed his crotch. She moved his hand and felt what was in store for her—a massive hard-on. He. Next was the frilliest and flounciest transparent babydoll nighty i'veever seen. It had a matching floorlength robe and fluffy bedroom mulesto go with it. Looking in the mirror almost made me buckle at theknees, for looking back at me was an absolute dream of overtlysexualized femininity. I could easily have featured in a Frederick'sof Hollywood lingerie catalogue. When aunty hugged me she whispered,"I bet you'd love to show yourself off to some handsome mannow,darling." Yes aunty," I meekly. "Oh you want a nice young girlie to fuck," I said a little too loud."Be quiet," she said looking around in case anybody had heard me."Lets go and have a word with Betty," I nodded to my sister who looked uncomfortable in a dress."Yeah ok," she sounded unenthusiastic, "I was thinking of something a little younger, like her." Who?" I asked looking about."The blonde over there with the caterers," she nodded.She looked to be in her mid to late teens and very pretty, slim with her long blonde.