M.” Chapter 2: My Father’s SlutI pulled out two suitcases. I had not booked a return flight yet, as I had intentionally requested to take a week ...ff for my birthday and head out there. My grandfather had a few cars that needed to be fixed up and sold, and it was likely that they would be willed to me. Three weeks of clothing should be sufficient.I tucked a few condoms in between some clothes in the event that I may catch a drink with a fine lady. “Dad, I’m flying in on Friday. I’ll be in at 1. ‘Give them some room! Tom, lick his balls!’ ‘What?’ Tom mumbled, with that cock still in his mouth, and was rewarded with another slip. ‘Lick my balls, petuh! Put your fingers there,’ the guard put his hand over Tom’s, guided it back to press against his asshole. ‘Yes, like that, just gently,.’ ‘Ah, Sergei,’ the other guard jibed, ‘does your wife does this for you?’ ‘No, but your wife does.’ That made Tom laugh, and he was rewarded with another slap. ‘Pay attention to your work, petuh. Our. My fingers found her slit. I slipped between her lips. She was already dripping. We were still in the kitchen. Right in front of the sink.I wanted to fuck her right there. I started to pull my cock out of my shorts. We better go to the bedroom. Some one might see us. She said as she was leaning on the counter. When was the last time we had sex outside the bedroom I ask. We were in front of the window over the sink. She bent over like she was washing dishes and offered her cute little ass to. As it turns out though, my friend added her friend on facebook, and thanks to social media, Mary found me almost as soon as she had left vegas. Growing up in the city, with woman coming and leaving, this at the time, seemed no different. But apparently I had made an impression. Mary and I talked for about two months before she hit me with news that she had found work in Las Vegas, and already had travel plans. A few months after she arrived, we started dating and moved in together. Over the.