..with anyone else" for her benefit. She knew who I wanted to be involved with. Oh, yes, she knew very well.Dad turned to join the conversation. "Yep,...Bill. You're going to have to get out there. Just the other night your Mom was kind of sad, wondering if you'd ever get married and give us grandc***dren. She said she was afraid you were getting all distracted and wouldn't try to meet someone."It hit me like a bolt of lightning. That was where the hell this had come from. Mom was afraid, she was. .."Give me it all" your beautiful eyes beg of me. I give in to your unspoken request and push deep into your throat, pulling your head up by your hair to take me. I slowly fuck that beautiful throat of yours making you gag and bringing copious amounts of saliva up into your mouth to coat my hard cock until it glistens. The taste of me fills your mouth and makes you drool all over my balls, onto your hands, making your fingers slick, wet and slippery. You slide your hands between my legs, under. "I'm an architect." Oh. That's cool," said Kate."It's not that cool," laughed John. "I mostly design houses. But it pays the bills." Don't you have to do, like seven years at uni or something to do that?" asked Kate."Yep. They were seven great years though. Well, the last two were tough but still great fun." How long ago did you finish uni then?" "Are you just trying to figure out how old I am?" John stopped walking and turned to face Kate. "How old do you think I am?" Oh. Erm. I wouldn't like. This caused a few arguments, which the men wisely kept out of.Sally, the last to go, chose sex in a public place. This was the surprising one, for Sally was by far the shyest of the group. To my mature eye she was also the prettiest with light brown hair framing an elfin face. She was 25 and whilst most of the other girls had physically peaked, Sally, I felt certain, would continue to improve for a decade or more. She was slim with small to medium sized breasts and a deliciously tight arse. She.