Hill replied. He sat there for a while, saying nothing, simply rubbing Emily’s shoulder consolingly. Emily rested her head against his shoulder, sta...ing dully at her toes, so pink and pretty. Just like Jack wanted. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she rubbed her hands against her thighs.Emily felt so, so cold.“Now,” Mr. Hill said finally, after a couple of long minutes of silence, “are you ready?”Emily nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”“Good.” He got up, leaving his little blue Gatorade bottle on. .. If you weren't enjoying the attention, I would have stopped him. But let's face it. You weren't exactly objecting," I retorted."So let me get this straight. You're saying it's OK with you, as long as I don't object?" Joan asked flippantly.That was an obvious challenge!"Yeah... Yeah, that's right! It doesn't matter to me. Go ahead, do whatever the fuck you wanna do!" I angrily quipped. ~After fifteen years of marriage, we certainly knew how to push each other's buttons. But I was in no. My hands spanking her ass as I went deep in her. Her jugs moving back and forth as we both engaged in an intense session.Me: Oh, mom, I just cannot get enough of you. (spanks her ass)Swati: Me too, baby, fuck me hard fuck (feeling the spank) Where did you learn all this?Me: Aah, the internet teaches us a lot. I always wanted to try this dialogue. (spanks) Who’s your daddy?Swati: (bites her lower lip) You are my daddy.Me: (giving harder thrusts) Fuck!Swati: Every boy of your age wants to ask. We have two children that are both happily married and we have four beautiful grandchildren.Mary, my wife, turned sixty this year and I will turn sixty-five in another month.Phyllis, my wife’s younger sister, was fifty-eight years old, had been married three times, and had two children by men that she had never married. Talk about a woman that gets around. Mary often refers to Phyllis as “easy.”It was not even my idea to invite Phyllis to go on vacation with us. That was Mary’s decision.We had.