He was always there to guide me down the right road.The knowledge I have about motor vehicles today is from Barry. In the workshop we had Maggie, that...is what we called her. It was a Rover P 3500S, the car the police used in the late 70’s early 80’s in the UK. It was a two-tone armour plated vehicle with a V8 engine. In her era as Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher spent a lot of her time in the back seat of one of these Rovers.Together we stripped Maggie to the chassis. Explaining to me how. Is...wrong" I groaned as she choked on my cock. She stopped, looked up and smiled "Then stop me." She went straight at it. She deep throated her daddys cock like a professional, playing with my balls with one hand and fingering herself with the other. I could hear her pussy juices splashing around as she groaned. I couldn't stop her. No one in their right mind would stop this. She looked up at me as her hand clasped my bulging meat. "Mummy never told me that my daddy had a big dick." She said,. Jenna rose up, and kissed my cheek, “Thank you” she said, and turned to thank Katey too, only to find that she had left. Jenna raised herself up to let my still hard cock plop from her ass, and turned to me with a questioning look in her eye? Did it all really happen? As if in answer Katey returned from the kitchen with a flannel and a towel and knelt down to clean up my cock and the cum from my tummy. The warm water was lovely and Katey’s soft hands all over my body were the completion of a. Dear Abby is always recommending people see their doctor when they’re feeling down.’ ‘She just misses a man being in her life. I think it’s especially a certain part of a man that she misses the most. If you get my drift.’ ‘Sex?’ ‘Bingo, give that man a prize. Yeah, I think Mom is missing a good fuck now and then.’ ‘Well, she can hire a gigolo, a male prostitute. Women do, I’ve heard.’ ‘Oh, come on, how impersonal is that. That’s a dick, not loving.’ ‘Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Has she tried.