Ok so he wasn't the specimen he was in his prime, but at 63 he still cut a fine shape. All of about sixteen stone and a musky smell of sweat and after...have. He unbuttoned his trousers and slowly pulled them down. It was clear he was excited, the outline of his cock, straining and his underpants. I tried to remember that this was the man, a kindly man I ran errands for as a shy ten year old, yet here I was, seven years later, about to, as he put it, 'make an old man very happy'.As is usual in. I looked over at Misty, who was sitting between Milton and me and her breasts were rising and falling so fast I thought she was about to pass out. Dawn let Ruff eat her out for awhile and then she shifted positions andGood old Ruff knew what to do. Dawn ws straddled the stool now with her ass up in the air and Ruff moves in for the kill. He stands over her and moves forward and his big dog cock connects with Dawns pussy and he starts humping her. For those of you that have never seen a dog fuck. Since they still lived together, by no idea of hers, she had to put up with his music from time to time when they rode in the car.Jan roared out on the open interstate, cruising at 65 mph. She slapped in her favorite 'Staind' cd, and began to sing along with her favorite song, 'It's been awhile.'The lyrics to the song sounded so much like her life. Everything fucked up. Well except for her kids. Other than her children in her life, everything else just seemed to screw up. She and her husband. That was what Barbara Jean called her father.He glared at her and said this was not like her at all. I kept looking at my shoes. I had been getting kind of juicy and was glad I hadn’t taken off my own clothes but everyone else was stark naked with the exception of collars, cuffs, chains and Van’s cock cage.“I know Big Daddy, are you disappointed in me?” Barbara Jean looked ashamed and meek – which is hard to do when you are rocking back and forth tied with your thighs wide open to another girl.