. now what gives?" He looked at me for a long time before he spoke."Well, its dad ... I think he's even more depressed now than when mom died and I'm ...bsolutely positive that he's drinking too much."Dad was Bill's father, J. Richard Knowles or Jack as everyone calls him. He and mom had retired early a few years ago and moved to the warm climate of Tucson, Arizona. Dad had worked for almost thirty years on Wall Street as a trader, trading shares of whatever the hell he traded and making a. In my porn watching I had seen lots of ass play and had no real thought about ever participating but without hesitation I bent forward. The water drummed on my head and back and I felt her finger penetrate me as far as she could.The sensation was strange, I won’t say it was pleasurable like stroking my cock, but there was something erotic or forbidden about it. She pulled out a bit and then pushed all the way in and I suddenly felt like I had to pee. I felt her finger press harder and my cock. After waiting in the room for a little while Suzan came in wearing a small, white nighty. She looked amazing. Her 59, slender frame was barely covered by the sheer piece of white fabric. Her slightly curled blonde hair fell on her exposed shoulders and draped over her pert breasts. The nighty covered very little of her slim, athletic legs as she closed the door behind her. Hello sexy, I said standing to approach her. Just a minute there baby, Suzan said, raising her hand to me. I need to talk. A man she never met and hopes not to. Her stomach twists in knots as she looks over his muscular chest shown off by his tight black tee. His name was Aiden, that she knew, and he owns the pub downstairs. He stands in his doorway, an eyebrow cocked as he watches the spectacle of Luke whimpering down the stairs."Hello," she quickly quips before slipping inside her apartment. Once the door is firmly between them, she leans against it, her breath coming in sharp bursts. Something about that man.