? And I say, they’re fucking weird, man. The rich are WEIRD.Later on, after Lionel left, Amaretto had a heart-to-heart with me. ?Look here, Zits? sh...’d said earnestly. ?You’re a great guy, but you’re not real good at bringing home the bacon. No one would take your bills when you tried counterfeiting because Jefferson looked like Rod Stewart?when you tried mugging an old lady, she tickled you until the police arrived. Whenever you steal a car, it runs out of gas? I think we have to find a plan. He said that he just "fucked" her and now they would be boyfriend and girlfriend. I told her "That's just stupid, dear!"Well , In truth, honey .... we, your grandpa and me do a lot of playing before 'fucking", at times very wet and greasy play with our hands and fingers, followed by some use of our mouths on each other! Not wanting to go into too many details of all the different things with oral sex. Told he we even switched rooms sometimes to spice things up beyond the bedroom, thinking. I vaguely remember her telling me to turn round and the feel of her lips as they surrounded my penis, the aroma of her cunt assailing my nostrils, the way she clung to me as I turned round and slid into her wet, clinging channel, but most clearly of all I can remember her falling asleep on my chest, her tears wetting me as my seed oozed out of her body onto my thighs!The shrill ringing of the telephone woke us up in the morning, Angie reached across for it as I stirred and felt the softness of. I was about to open my book and wind down for the night, when he walked in. He peeled off my blankets and removed my panties with his teeth. I let out a small giggle of pleasure and surprise at the interruption.I pushed a hand to his chest, forcing him to stand. Naked now, I maintained eye contact as I slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then his pants. He now stood, smiling wryly, in only his boxers. I could see that he was hard, but I wasn’t done yet.I kissed his lips softly, then.