I was of course understanding, after my mother's death my father had felt as though I were all he had, but to simply abandon pride in his pleas for my...release, it simply wasn't done by any gentleman, no matter the circumstances and even these cut-throat bastards knew that. Their laughter carried across the vast empty sea and I was pulled sharply backwards by my captor. I was surprised to find that unlike his peers he was not laughing but looking at my father very seriously. "Well then, My Lord. He fucked me faster and harder, now also by holding my hair and pull my head backwards, and with his other hand he continued to slap my asscheeks. I felt a little bit of pain after a while, he didn't care about it though, he didn't stop fucking my asshole as hard as he could, and it felt like it got even harder and faster. I also didn't really mind the little bit of pain, it was my first time with an older guy and oh baby, what a fun time it was! I always enjoyed sex to be rough and the man. I'm not sure if it is my hot cum dripping from the side of her mouth or the wad I shot in her left eye but something has woken her up. My answer was soon answered. MOM: Honey if I,ve asked you once I've asked you a thousand times PLEASE I AM YOUR MOTHER AND I DO NOT LIKE WHEN YOU CUSS. I dont care what you say out side but I will not put up with you swearing like a sailor. SON: Mom I'm so sorry! But you made me feel so dam good! MOM: What in the Hell do you mean?SON: So I guess Hell is OK!. ”Taylor was about to tell Spence the real reason she’d suggested dinner at her home — so she could jump his bones and fuck his brains out all night — but instead said, “I am not ashamed to be seen with you in public. Which night do you want to go out and where?”“Do you like Italian food?”“My favorite,” Taylor said and asked, “Have you been to that little Bistro on the main drag?”Spence nodded. “What about Friday night? I can pick you up at six.”“That will be fine,” Taylor said, rooting in her.