His dad then asked if I liked other people seeing me naked and I said the idea was kind of exciting. Then he asked if I liked seeing other people nake... and I told him what boy my age wouldn’t. He chuckled and agreed and I asked why all the questions. Both of his parents smiled and nodded to David.I turned to my friend and asked what’s up and he told me that he was going to let me in on a family secret but I had to promise to never tell anyone, especially my parents. I swore, not knowing what I. She was marrying the old codger. I tore up the invitation. I sent the RSVP back, with regrets, and a handwritten note: ?You don’t need me anymore.? That was seven years ago. Yesterday, I received a note, by snail mail asking to meet me. So here I was, listening to this madness. Only the sight of her eyes, of the tears glistening on the red rimmed eyelids, kept me there. ?He is dying,? she said. ?He’s been in hospice for a while,? she dabbed with a tissue at her. "There's no easy way to say this, so here goes. For the last six months I've been seeing Gina on a regular basis and it's now become serious." "But she's in her fifties," said dad, "she's double your age." "We both know that and it doesn't bother us. We were both hoping it wouldn't upset you as well," I answered. "Well, I can't say I'm too impressed," said mum. I knew she wouldn't be. I looked at dad. "Why can't you find a woman of your own age?" He asked. "I don't find them mature. " A little." Try to relax." And she starts to slide back and forth. I bite my lip as Ifeel the ridges enter me, clawing deep into the couch."How's it feel?" T-tight." That's good. Enjoy it, hon."My nipples stand on end, gushing milk. I lower myself, allowing my swayingbreasts to scrape the material beneath me. Her pelvis connects with merepeatedly and I get harder still. So high does my cock rise, in fact, thatthe tip actually connects with the underside of my belly. It won't be longnow, I.