*Youre a fuckin girls blouse Rach. Jen up* she snears in mock disgust. *I feel sick.* Jan shrugs and gulps back the remains of the alcohol. *You ARE s...ck girlie.* *Whats this like?* Ive pulled on a huge baggy black woollen jumper that reaches down to my knees. *Its awright* says Jan without looking up. She is very carefully and delicately applying pink nail-polish to her big toe. Pogoing across the room – GABBA-GABBA HEY! – I swipe the brush from her fingers. *Piss off!* she squeels. She is. Oh my god I am such a bad girl, punish me, spank me, oh my… mmmh... don’t fucking stop daddy.”During the last few minutes, I felt an entire spectrum of emotions, but right now, I was overcome by one very strong emotion. Lust! I couldn’t stop myself, I needed to get as kinky and dirty as my young daughter was being. Suddenly I was craving the same slutty needs as Bailey.Now inches from her bedroom door, I unzipped my tight white shorts, they dropped to my ankles, I lowered my white, purple-laced. “Good Jesus, Brandon, it’s even bigger than Jeri said it was. You’ll kill me with that monster!” She may have feigned shock, but that didn’t stop her from giving me an incredible blowjob. Just like last night with Jeri, Brenda treated my dick like it was the Holy Grail, worshiping it as if it were a precious commodity. That further cemented my feelings about mature women. They’ve had years of experience and they know what they like. They genuinely love what they do. It’s not a chore for them to. It's my sweet revenge. And I simply can't get enough of it. Just ask Samuel Philogene here. He's howling like a madman as I ram my dildo into the forbidden depths of his tight asshole. I bet when he met me at that bar near the Montreal International Airport he had no idea that I swung that way. When I told him I wanted to take him to my hotel room and fuck him, he didn't know what I meant. Well, I think he does now. Don't you think?I squeezed his balls hard as I filled his ass with my thick.