"Is it valuable? Do you want me to call the cops?" Shut the fuck up," he shouted.No one knew anything and in the end he had to give it up as an outsid... job, but he wasn't happy about it and for months afterwards he was in a very foul mood. He would get drunk early and usually pick a fight with some one, not me for I was useful, his accountant and I looked after his books and his money. It was inevitable that one night he would pick on the wrong guy. His funeral was well attended but he wasn't. But it was so weird listening to his dad tell him that hehas or at least had the same urges as he does. And that he was actuallyable to tell him this. But he was wondering why his dad was wearingnylons now when he said he stopped a long time ago. "Wow dad. I canhardly believe this. I would have never suspected it. But I'm not sure Iunderstand when you say you stopped. If you did why are you wearingnylons now?"John took a deep breath because this was going to really shock Paul. "I'mnot sure I. I stir my dickhead in your liquid hole, just barely between your twitching lips. "Talk dirty to me, Rosie. Talk like a shameless fucking whore. That's what you are, aren't you? Tell me what you want and what you are. Show me you're nasty enough to be fucked."You whisper to me of your need, your lust, your love. I shudder at your words, and can hold back no longer. I slowly thrust my dick - so hard, so bare, no condom between us, ever - all the way inside you. You feel my bare, swollen dickhead. Ann's reaction was what I expected as I reached her G-spot and began to rub against that.This time, when I bottomed out, Ann gave a mighty moan of delight and urged me to move faster. I picked up the speed and began to fuck her at the most stimulating rate. It was not quite as fast as I could go, but it was plenty fast enough for us both to take pleasure in the sensations coming from the contact between her cunt and my cock.As with the other women, it did not take long for Ann to reach her.