I asked "What do you mean, have done to you?" She continued to gaze at the look on my face and said, "I know there are tons of naughty and nasty thing... you want to do to me or have done to me, so lets talk about it." I didn't know what to say! For once, I was speechless. The typical redundant conveyor belt of dirty information machine also known as my brain, had met its match. Was this the opportunity for me to live out whatever pornographic scenario I have ever known? Was she giving me the. Probably she was enjoying every bit of the act which she thought I was unaware of.You all must be wondering how the fuck I knew what she was doing. Simple. She used to shower with me when I was still an innocent child. She would scrub my back, and wash my little dick (at that time) with so much affection. Sometime she would even kiss it and stroke it while smiling amusingly. She liked the way my little cock would become erect and she used to say“You naughty boy”Obviously, I did not know what. ’ ‘It’s just a matter of confidence and assertiveness,’ John said. ‘Sure, you get shot down some, but you score sometimes also. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.’ ‘Now, watch me pick up that blonde fox over there,’ John said. ‘No way! She’s too gorgeous,’ Richard declared. But John was already walking confidently up to her. Richard watched while John talked to her. They talked for a few moments, then she said something and pointed at him! John looked over at him for a moment, then said. I do not want to miss fucking you in the next two days. I want my cunt sore and my womb flooded with my own son’s semen for two days now, day in and day out. We will do nothing else but eat and fuck. Everything else can come later”I beamed at her.My cock was already hardening inside my pyjamas. “And don’t wear much at home now unless you have to go out. Nor will I” she said, throwing away the pink towel and standing nude before me. Her freshly bathed body with the sweet smell of lavender and.