Since Bill’s drink was finished, he waved the bartender over, ordered another, and asked him if he knew any of the women who might be interested in ...ome company.Harry, the bartender, chuckled, “Not any of the women would even speak to you. Many guys have tried and all have been shot down.”Bill said “But that’s strange, because the guy in the corner booth has had a parade of women all night.”Harry replied “Yeah. That’s Louie, the owner’s son. He’s got an apartment upstairs, but it’s more like he. The next time was one day I come home and my mother hands me a case of beer and says "go next door and ask if Dawn can place this in her fridge for sundays party" so like a little k** getting the keys to the candy store I run over next door as fast as I can and knock on the door its about 9 at night so its late at night and then Dawn answers the door and my jaw drops and my pants rise as she is wearing a pink dressing gown and it straining to hold the gigantic tits that hide behind so I stutter. When Darius finally got to his knees, the pleasure simply endured and escalated. The man’s crotch was strong but not off-putting and the piquant taste of his foreskin was heavenly. Darius had never been orally challenged as significantly as this before, but the relaxed attitude of the guy made the enhanced experience seem almost effortless. No cock had ever delved as deeply as this guy’s and yet, there was no real strain to speak of. The man was an incredible skull-fucker and had the most. Dad fucks his dick into my ass harder, now, bottoming out with each stroke.“You’re such a good boy. I am proud of you boy,” Dad says.“Thank you, Dad,” I moan.Dad continues to fuck me, pushing me to limits I have never been, to places I never dreamed I could go. Dad continues to compliment and instruct his boy.I pump my hips back to meet Dad’s thrusts, as Dad instructs.“Good, boy,” Dad says. “Now, faster. Ride my cock faster, boy.”I ride Dad’s cock faster, my breaths are short and rapid. Dad’s.