This is why I was able to step right up as Marilyn’s new lover.Friday night I opened to find her at the stove frying what smelled like chicken. She ...as barefoot and had on a long cotton bath robe. She twirled around at my entrance.“Mike! You are early!”I shook my head and walked over to her, took her arm and dragged her to the kitchen table. She dragged her feet.“Mike! What? Wait!”I sat down and jerked her forward across my lap. I pulled up the robe and smacked a bare cheek with my open. He says he doesn’t want to demean me ... I’ve retreated into sexual fantasies – thinking about stuff and touching myself. I tried to tell him about the things that turn me on ... But he’s such a nicey-nice that he just sort-of pretended I hadn’t said anything.”Back to images of her at her desk. Clicking at her computer mouse, we can vaguely see the images on the screen are of bestiality.“I’ve been hanging around internet bestiality forums for a couple of years now, looking at pictures and. Slowly I moved my hand up and began to unzip his pants, only to find him grab my wrist. "Marsha you shouldn't do that. What if your mother comes home?"I heard his speech slowly end as I slipped my lips over his throbbing cock. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right and just began to move my head up and down, while I sucked it like a pop cycle. I felt his cock start to throb and he pushed his hip up a bit to meet my downward movements. I figured he was getting close and wondered just what to do. Good home cooking never escaped his appreciation. Like most elderly bachelors, Mike cooked to survive but he didn't often take time to turn out a gourmet meal. Madeline's pie qualified as gourmet."Your daughter has become very important to a special young man who is a student of mine. Her well-being, her safety, her happiness has become as important to him as his own. I've no doubt he'd offer his life in her defense, as young as he is. Of course there's no such threat to either of them, but I.