His body was smooth and hairless mostly, except for a growth of hair in his arm pits, and pubic area. I got in the habit of calling him Jimmy. Frequ...ntly I had bad dreams or nightmares, stemming from my years of service in war torn countries. It was one of those nights that at the old age of 50 I was introduced to male sex. Prior to this my sexual relief came from visits to prostitutes, which were infrequent, or by my own hand which was frequent. It occurred one hot and steamy night. I had. Beautiful edge. I twirl it around dramatically. Other hand’s behind my back as I approach. The closer I get, the louder she screams. Screams and screams. This one’s gonna have a nice soundtrack.When I get near enough, I flip the butterfly knife closed and punch her stomach up into her lungs. Just that right amount of force, perfect for shutting a bitch up. She heaves out every bit of oxygen she had then opens wide to catch a breath. I shove my the contents of my hidden hand into her wide. "It's not always about you, daddy" the middle one, Eleanor, added. "C'mon daddy, do us" to the left of her, Gretchen, and " - yeah, we've been bad girls" from the right, Bridget, and then more amusement.Maggie had dropped by the porn store earlier in the day. One of three bottles of designer sex oil she had bought for tonight lay to her right in the folds of the clean towel - left to themselves, her daughters would have just dug up some Vaseline or Crisco. Maggie told the girls to choose which. Yet, Dean had obviously been astrong, dominating athlete at onetime, and Angelo's slender hand wasdwarfed when the two shook hands. Dean's grip, however, was gentlethough firm, and Angelo, remembering that a man should have a firmhandshake, did his best to respond in kind."Nice meeting you, Angelo," Dean said. "Mother has talked an awful lotabout you." We're getting along just fine, aren't we, Angelo?" Mary Elizabeth saidwith a smile."Yes, mum," he responded, careful not to use the "mummy,".