How could I explain that it was true? My orgasms were always more intense from jacking off than fucking her big sloppy pussy. She was a lousy fuck and...she was terrible at sucking cock. I always had better orgasms jacking off thinking of my best friend fucking her. The truth is he really wanted to fuck her, but every time I brought the subject up, she refused.Shortly after turning fifty-five, I was in a restroom at O’Hare airport in Chicago. Upon completion of a very satisfying jerk off, I was. At this point I wasn'tsure if I was glad to see someone, even Mistress Donna, or if I'd ratherbe left in torment. She stalked around me, pinching me and slapping mywelts painfully. Then she told me that because I showed disrespect forCassia, I would remain with her until I learned how to properly pleaseher and speak to her. She continued to play with me while coaching mehow to speak in respectful responses. After she was done, she informedme one of her attendants would be by to feed me.A short. Why?" My folks want me to invite you guys over. Your dad's been here, but they'd like to get us all together." Daddy might not be able to make it," Angel cringed a little about the way she described him, "He's got some big problem at work. I'll see about Mom." This time she held her hand over the pickup while she consulted."What time do you want us over there?"They exchanged arrangements, then goodbyes.While Angel was on the phone, her mother was making a salad to go with dinner. The rest was. It was a friend of my fathers, asking if I could drive out and pick them up, they were too drunk to drive, and it was daddy's car they were in.I angrily climbed out of bed and climbed into a loose fitting frock, this was going to be a quick pick-up and drop off, so I dispensed with the need to put any underwear on, and set off in the direction of the pub, where they waited.As I drove I suddenly became acutely aware of how just nude I was, and at s*******n, how firm my breasts felt, and how wet.