They say, "Hey, George, how are you? I wanna talk with your smilin' face. Hit me some..." Are you that kind of friend? Do you want to get to kno... me, and maybe... you know, converse with me? Or... do you just like my avatar and think to yourself, "hey, that'd be a cool avatar to have on my wall. Next to all my dick friends." --Do you have mostly dick friends? Hmmm? What, do you think I'M a dick?! I HAVE a dick, but I'm not one. I'm a nice dick. I like to talk before I fuck with. " No, no, I'm not selling anything," he smirked. "But i have something you seem to want pretty badly." What in the world are you talking about?" Let's just say that I know all about the trysts you and Michael Wynton have been having."She gasped audibly. "How... how could you... ?" I'll explain everything. In the meantime I suggest you invite me in."She wanted to slam the door in the impertinent young man's face, but Sarah was flabbergasted by his audacity and the fact that he was aware of. He didn't live in Boise, Idaho but in an exclusive suburb of Seattle. However, he did operate the business, that was much more extensive than Scott thought it was, from his impressive home.The membership of Anne's site wasn't growing, as he had told Scott. Members, and even visitor traffic, at her site had begun to fall off. He needed a new fresh wife to fuel the flames of his fickle members and keep them coming back for more. When he saw Brooke's photos, he was certain that he had found her.. I felt dizzy and confused. This was my Mom here. But she was naked and she didn’t know I could see. She didn’t look like the women on the movies that I had watched; yet my cock was hard as a rock. Still watching Mom as she began to wash herself my hand instinctively went under my sweat pants and I began to stroke. I could see the beads of sweat on Mom’s shoulders as her body adjusted to the heat of the bath.She grabbed a washcloth and soap and began to wash herself. First she went over her.