Stupid fuckin' cunt," he grunted, lowering his nude, hairy torso to hers now, sucking one tit and then the other, his hands still at her hips.I looked...up at my hand as it clutched onto her thin ankle, tremors rocking up through her thighs as he sank into her again and again"Fuck I'm gonna come," he blurted after only another minute or so...I looked down, seeing him stiffen, pressed tight into her now as his body rocked with the pleasure of orgasm...his body going rigid as he ejaculated as deep. You'll make daddy real happy."Mark again felt powerless, did as instructed, and then walked toward a mirror. He had on a scuffed-up pair of cowboy boots, and very old pair of jeans, and a decades-old flannel shirt torn in several places and missing its buttons. The jeans were skin tight and wholly revealed the outline of Mark's hard dick."Turn around."Mark did as instructed, and was stunned by the sight in the mirror. A good part of one cheek was exposed through the torn, worn jeans."Like it?". At times she carelessly left her bra or panty lying around in the bathroom, so that the old man could get a sniff or two. Her father-in-law was helpless since he did not have the courage to make a move on her. He was dying to fuck her and waiting for an opportunity to present itself. Ooh he could teach this teasing bitch a thing or two with his experienced prick.Sushil on the other hand was a different kettle of fish altogether. He had stopped coming so often to their house, knowing that Asha. He's my dealer, but he is just the baddest guy.'" No. What you need to do is bring home a seriously butch, black woman. 'Hey, Dad. This is my old man, Nancy. Don't worry. She's Jewish and I don't have to spend any of my trust fund for her drugs, she turns tricks for that.'"After the laughter died down we still had to stop the intermittent giggling before we could continue talking.I turned right onto Wynnewood Road."There is one problem with bringing in somebody way more unacceptable," said.