My husband wants to fill the place with the latest stuff to try to improve the profits, but I tell him this is my hobby, not my profession." Good for ...ou," I said. "We need places like this to show the kids how it really was back in the day." I didn't just say it, I meant it. "Me and the old man over there are on a bicycle trip cross country. We had a bit of trouble back there and had to call the wrecker here to get us out." Could I go look at your bicycles. My son is 11. He is in the house. I did well on my college admission tests and attended college at the University of Iowa in Iowa City that fall. I was a bit jerk-off and it did not take me long to realize that the life in a dorm was somewhat confining. Through some contacts of my dad and grandfather, I was able to join a hell raising fraternity. I had my own car that had been earned working for a carpenter on weekends and during the summer. I had my own room and we had booze coming out of the woodwork. Friday and Saturday. .take it like the little whore you are..." with that, redhead stood up and placing one leg either side of Gemma's hips, she lifted her skirt and shuffled towards me, her finger hooked into her panties and her puffy, moist gash just a couple of inches from my face; I could smell the musky aroma of her twat and my mouth watered! "Now, you old bastard...lick it! Get your tongue up me..." I didn't need a second invitation and I pushed my tongue out and onto her slippery cunt lips, savouring the. “Swallow it”, I demanded.A steady stream of tears began to flow down her cheeks when I heard an audible “gulp”.She had a look of sheer disgust on her face.“That wasn’t so bad now, was it”?, I asked. She looked pissed but scared.I kissed her gently on the lips and whispered, “This makes me happy. Thank you”.Like an obedient sex slave, I received no further reluctance. I lifted her sundress, took off her panties and sat her on my cock. As she sat on my lap, I slowly fucked her while she sucked.