So one Friday night I drove out to the outskirts of town to the old rundown house that mom described to me. As I pulled into the dirt driveway, I coul... see my father sitting on the front porch drinking a beer. When he saw me get out of my car, he stepped off the porch where I could see him clearly in the moonlight.JEEZUS, I thought. Mom wasn’t k**ding. My father was a rugged, yet distinguished older man. And yes, he was sexy as hell.“Hey there little darling,” he said as he looked me up and. They were all designed for children, or rather pre-teens; Pauline was looking around open mouthed at the display."Good morning Mr. Purple," The voice came from an elderly lady who had just emerged from a small door, she was about sixty, but her eyes were bright and clear, "I did have a bit of a problem with your file, it seems your name didn't exist until the beginning of this week."I smiled and opened my hands, "Well I didn't really exist until then either, but I do have a credit card which I. Get scrubbing."Joey hesitated as he saw the filthy floor. He looked at his bandaged hands, and held his hands up to her. "My hands still hurt! Do I have to..." Yes."He looked around, shifting uncomfortably. His knees still hurt too. "But do you have a mop?"Tricia nodded. "Yeah. We do. Your point?"She stared at him, unmoving, and unwavering. Joey watched her, looking for any sign of mercy, or compassion, and saw nothing but fury and a rapidly dwindling patience. He swallowed, picked up the. He knew she was getting excited but not yet near orgasm. He licked his middle finger and placed it on her butt hole. Her tight hole would dilate and contract as she rocked back and forth and he quickly pushed it in when dilated. Wiggling his finger and pushing it in all the way, he kissed her shoulders and back in light jabs of his tongue. He could sense her breath tightening, her rocking shifting to shorter thrusts, increasing in intensity as she exploded suddenly, her back arching in a.