I see your eyes mist with tears. I stroke your hair and trace your lips with my tongue, drawing a sigh. I squeeze your ass. “Yes, master, I will do ...s you command.” I feel so hard for you. Your intense brown eyes watch me as I watch you lather yourself. “Close your eyes,” I say. You do and I kiss you with intensity from our tongues connecting to one another. I rub your clit and watch your quiver and moan. “Daddy please more!” Then I step away and tell you to wash yourself off. As you do, I see. Yeah, you were a regular corsair, fucking me, fucking Trish, and fucking Mom. Before we dozed off, that is. Poor Tricia never did get her butter pecan yet, but I trust that she will,” Lola told me with another passionate French kiss.“That she will, I swear it! Did Eddie really propose marriage to Mom and agree to be her cuckold, too? Very bizarre, if you ask me. I must have been drunk if I pushed that envelope and encouraged that kind of thing. Normally, empathy would hold me back from that. As I wanked I became fascinated by its big shiny purple head, “Keep going…that’s nice,” Brian uttered as a bead of pre-cum oozed out on the up stroke only to quickly disappear.The 1 mile sign appeared for Rugby, “Time to turn off, get some grub and rest up a bit,” mumbled Brian as he prepared to turn off.We parked up at a well known truck stop then made our way to the café, “This one’s on me,” Brian uttered before pointing to an empty table; Brian came back with two ‘Full English’ and a couple. ” My eyes resting on her heaving melons.She said, “I know that and I am happy with my body, just need to reduce few kilos. That will help, but men like this baggage, isn’t it? They just don’t miss a chance of staring at it.”“Who will not like to stare at those, they look fantastic and not only staring but men do a lot of imagination thinking about them.”She said, “Chi, you are a dirty man, just shut up.” I said “Ok, but anyway that is a fact. What else relaxes you, have you tried massages” I.