I’d seemed to strike a nerve with my retort, and I wouldn’t expect any different. She liked the filthy fucktalk, and she took it as well as she di...hed it out. This was a plus for us both, every time she grunted out some dirty demeaning statement my dick got even harder. And every time I returned an equally rude remark, she humped her wet slit over my thigh. It left a trail where she rubbed, a slick patch of her own fucklube and it seeped through the cloth of my slacks straight away. It was time. ” he said, trying to steer the conversation to anything but sex.Once in the kitchen, he couldn’t help but stare at her ass. Just a little on the plump side, but delectable. He got the plates down and set them on the island. He turned back to the cupboards and Katie was standing right there, and he bumped into her. Her arms went around his neck and she looked at him,“Kiss me Kyle. Kiss me like you kiss mom.” as her lips moved to his.Kyle didn’t hesitate, whether it was wrong or not. His arms. With a sickly grin I looked at my son, for brief moment the thought of backing out of my end of the deal passed through my mind, but if I did that I knew that Jack would never trust me to keep my word again."You are going to keep our bargain?" he asked a little uncertainly."We made a deal," I said with a gulp, "you kept your end of it, now I'll keep mine." Great!" Jack laughed as he high fived thin air "When do I get my reward?" After dinner." I replied feeling my surprise gradually turning to. Hell, they would have loved to be me at all times. I was sitting in an exclusive rich-boy night club glaring morosely at two lines of cocaine meant for me and at a stripper between my legs trying to wake up my surly dick. No go, and I didn’t even care about not getting it up. I petted the stripper’s blond head. ‘Not your fault, doll.’ I gave her a hefty tip and she disappeared. My friends…no, not really friends…but the guys I came there with, seemed to enjoy themselves. It was all incredibly.