It's happened before, the oldest son embracing the pleasure side of the Niemi's, a parallel tradition, Sheila's grandfather and great grandfather were...disciples of Crowley, and Andy himself spent several dissolute years traveling aimlessly with the fortune paying the way until his father took ill and he took up the mantle with great skill. The rebels in the Niemi clan were the ones who were disgusted by their fathers' dissolute attitude and profligate ways, like my husband, stoic and proud to. I thought I knew him, but I guess I didn't."She took my mind of my problems, starting to talk about all the things she learned at school today. I didn't tell her, but thought that all those things looked so useless to me.Back home I quickly disappeared to my room, despite my mom asking how my day was. I guess she could feel that I didn't want to talk about it. In any case I wasn't called down till dinnertime.A few days went past in an agonizing slow pace. I resigned myself to be a girl learning. I ended up using both my hands to jerk his throbbing member. He was so hard and stiff, and he tasted too good. I just couldn't get enough. The faster John fingered my bum, the more my body responded. The more I felt myself reaching the end, the faster I jerked John's big weapon. Its head was shiny and slippery with precum and my hands ran easily up and down him. He started thrusting into my hands moaning. He gripped my dick firmly and started jerking me off in hyper speed. "John,... too. He pointed up the stairs and said "Four."There were no fixed ropes, so climbing recklessly, and with no regard for my own safety, I was desirous only of reaching the peak before sundown. At the summit, I made my way down the hallway, attempting to find the rooms we'd paid for. Three rooms in a row had no doors on them, much less occupants. Near the end of the hall, however, I started to hear what appeared to be rhythmic grunting, and a slightly less loud, but no less animated, female moaning..