Why is that, my son? What's wrong with being the Daddy? Because, like it or not, you are this kid's father and always will be. That is just a biologic...l fact. I know what I'm talking about! I'm a registered nurse! I deal with this for a living, son!" Pamela confronted her son, now quite upset that his attitude had cost her a chance to be Grandma for the first time."You're ... right. I'm sorry. Look, I'm just not ready yet. I will be in a year or two, but hell, man, I'm fresh out of college,. Do your worst, you baggage.'I shook myself out of my daydream and splashed back to the beach for a quick shower to get the salt off. Twenty minutes later the water-taxi was skimming across the three miles of ocean to the seaplane jetty.The resort is exclusive and remote. In fact the Maldives define remote. If they were any more remote they'd be in a parallel universe. There's absolutely nothing but sea and coral and tropical greenery. Nothing that is, except sheer luxury, with hot and cold. He straddled my upper body and put his cock between my tits. I wrapped my tits around it. I was a bit nervous, I prefer that a man not cum on my face, but I am willing to do it if the moment is right. Frank moaned lightly, and I watched his hard cock slide between my tits. He tit fucked me for about two minutes, occasionally asking me to spit on his cock. I was engaged in a real dirty fuck session and was being treated like a slut. I was enjoying every second of it.After a few moments, Frank. To do that, I must lose my virginity to the rod." Susan argued."First off, I'm no where near ready to give up that position myself. And I don't expect to for another thirty or forty years. Sappho actually lived to be a hundred and thirty. I think the power had much to do with that. The longer that I put off transferring that power, the longer I live personally. I only expected to pass on the power should it become clear to me that my time was short. I'm only thirty now. So we really are talking.