It was like arguing with a brick wall. But I wasn't ready to give up."Mr Macleith, that isn't the only problem. He has some scarring down his front. I...'s not..." I stopped and tried again. "He wears full-cover clothing for a reason."I looked back at Jacob. He looked upset, scared and a tiny bit angry but all he had done was shrug. Maybe he was accepting this better than I was."If he's embarrassed about a few scars, then this is a chance for him to get over that embarrassment," said Mr Macleith.. . Dirty old man.... I fantasized about having both of them at the same time. I stroked my hard, soapy cock as I imagined Angel on her knees sucking my cock while I played with Helen's pussy. The fantasy was so vivid that I rubbed one out right then as I imagined Helen and Angel on their knees taking turns sucking me off. I worked up the estimate for Dan that evening. He had asked me to call him as soon as it was ready. I gave him the quote and then went on to tell him about my encounter with. We’ll get your suitcases later. I know it’s not as cold as what you guys are used to, but it’s quite chilly tonight,” Mom pleaded.“How about you ladies go in; me and Charlie will get the suitcases,” suggested Dad. With that, he came over, shook my hand and then pulled me in for a hug. The handshake was expected; the hug was not. “Good to see you, Charlie. So glad you guys could make it. It’s been awhile since you guys spent Christmas with us old folks. Come on, let’s get those bags out. I hope. A long rope of spit still connected my mouth to his beautiful big cock. I looked up and into his eyes and I knew what he wanted. I turned around and stuck my ass up in the air. I wiggled my ass and said, "Please master. Please fuck my pussy and make me your slut again!"I felt my gown slide over my ass and up my back. I felt my panties being slid down my tiny ass. My ass cheeks were spread and I felt something warm on my sissy boy pussy. It felt so good and I started to moan out loud. I turned.