"Hey, son. You'd better not let your mother hear you talking like that. We both could be in deep shit." Well, I do have my reasons for asking, Dad, an... I'm not about to run to Mom with this information. I just wanted to find out if you were in any way serious about dating young and beautiful women."Patrick sat down on the bed and tried to read his son's thoughts. "Why do you think I'd even consider it? You're being pretty presumptuous, aren't you?" Well, I do know about a little affair you had. “Nobody wants me – remember!”I raised my finger and shook it slightly. I wanted to say ‘not fair’, but this time, I kept my mouth shut. It had been her that couldn’t make her mind up about us, not me. It had been her that always said that she was unsure. I had just got fed up with the uncertainty and called it a day.The kettle’s whistle interrupted yet another bout of silence. Melissa turned to pour the water and make the coffee, handing me a mug as soon as she stirred it. We headed to the. She did stop for a few seconds but then kept riding me, which was the point where my cock was getting sore (especially at the base where the condoms were going to), my balls were getting sore and my tongue was extremely tired.This kept going on for a good few more hours. As the night went on fewer and fewer condoms were getting put on me, less and less women were even wiping my cock clean and I was getting more and more DEEP DEEP tongue kissing by the women who were riding my cock, I think that. ’ ‘Now, you’re being naughty. Next you’ll be wanting me to show my knickers.’I flattered her enough to pull up her dress to mid-thigh and cross her legs-which by the way were very curvy. During the shoot she crossed her legs several times and gaining more confidence said, ‘You know, this makes me feel really good. Maybe you could take some more pictures in my room, I would feel more comfortable there’. I agreed to that but as I had other ladies to shoot that day, I said I would visit in the.