Yep, over the last three years, I've scored with eleven different women, aged twenty-seven, to fifty-one. Some only wanted one good fuck, others were ...ooking for marriage. So far, I had been able to get what I want, without making commitments. Kat didn't know it, but I had spent five or six awesome nights with her mother, Bessie. Bessie and Kat's dad, Jake, had divorced when Kat was nine years old. Jake was fucking several of the bingo customers, too, but (so I was told) I was Bessie's first. He spent a long time on her shoulders and noticed that she groaned the same deep groan her mother did when her shoulders were massaged. Then, for the fourth time he started working his way down her spine, his erection throbbing more with every groan of pleasure coming from his daughter. As he reached the lower portion of her back, he remembered that Sandra was particularly sensitive right at the base of her spine…The simple act of placing both thumbs there and slowly massaging had a sexual. “Is that because Charity can’t talk well with the plug in her mouth? You can take it out if you want. I shove things in Karen’s mouth all day long and can hold entire conversations with her,” he said.“That’s what that is? I am not familiar with affirmations,” Dad admitted.“Your son was popping Charity’s butt today. I saw him up on the video screen. The way they were talking, it looked like he asked her a few zingers!” Mike said.Claire reached under the table and touched my leg and gave it a. You helped me to my feet and kissed me tenderly after you said ‘Now let me say thank you!’ Your kiss alone left me breathless so the only thing I could do was nod my head. You kissed my cheeks then you whispered sweet things with your hot breath into my ear, and kissed my neck. You knew by the way I tilted my neck and sighed that I was enjoying the touch of your soft lips on my cool skin. Your hands were slowly unbuttoning my silk shirt one button at a time for each kiss you gave my neck. You.