She was probably twenty-five or so and I could imagine he was in his late forties. I saw it all the time at the golf course and the club and the beach...and the bars. “What do you mean ‘affair after affair’?” “The maid likes to talk to me. She tells me what he does with the wife of his business partner, the wife of his attorney, and with his secretary.” I took this all in. “Why does the maid tell you these things?” “Because I pay her to. I have not had a single affair.” She stood up and turned. Put it inside me. Please."Hearing her call me dad was so taboo, so sexually immoral and dirty, but it turned me on in the worst possible way. So I parted her legs, saw my massive penis, erect and straight out, and I entered her.Moving slowly, filling her up, taking up all the space in her teenage vagina, I couldn't control myself. I pushed once, pulled back, thrust again, and gasped."Karly. I'm gonna cum if I don't stop now."She looked at me, pulled me against her with her arms around my back,. I opened the door and released the hood.Just then Carla got out of the truck. “I'm going to go to the bathroom.”Once the hood was up, I stood next to the boy while he looked for the oil stick. I watched Carla go up to Jim in the doorway, loving the way her tight jeans gripped her ass. When she spoke, he nodded and pointed with his thumb to the side of the building but didn't speak. When she walked away, he watched her for a second or two, then looked back at what Fred was doing.“You're oil's. Only a month and a half later, three days after Christmas, I'm holding her hand and have my arms wrapped around Judy as we step into the morgue.We walked forward into the unexpectedly cool room and came face to face with a man who looked to be every bit as alive as the people he cared for."Sorry for your loss," he smiled. If his smile was supposed to be friendly or comforting, he failed on both counts. His smile in that situation just came off as being creepy. He ushered us over to a raised.