We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different from being with guys my age and my head was sp...nning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting juxtaposition to the nervous turmoil I was feeling inside. Then his voice broke me out of my deep reflection and brought me back to the now.“When will Liz get home?” he asked.“She’s your daughter, you should know.”“Hey, now,. He did however always manage to have a roster of a few girls he would sleep with, in alternating periods of intensity. It had never really bothered her that he saw others. She just liked being around him and he was quite capable of satisfying her in bed when she needed it. He enjoyed pounding her and his mouth and hands knew their way around her body, expertly making her float off to blissful orgasms. He loved to finish fucking her from behind. He would perch her on the old leather chair in. There was no way either of the girls would have given up on their story, especially Jennifer, who obviously had a lot more at stake than Susie. Unable to quash that niggling doubt, I drifted into a restless sleep. The next day seemed to pass fairly quickly as I threw myself into the various mundane chores around the house, ticking them off a list that had got a little longer since my son's new girlfriend had arrived on the scene. Thankfully none required much, if any, mental acuity, leaving my. He opened the passenger door for me, and, as if mesmerized, I got into the car.Once he got in he turned to me and asked: "The short route or the long route..." He just left the question hanging, but he never took his eyes of mine; and, I was transfixed.Out of sheer inexperience and nervousness (not to mention sheer adolescent naivete) I blurted: "Whaa..what do you mean..?"He smiled and replied: "No one comes up here dressed like that not looking for some fun." As he said this his hand slid.