A searing white heat enflamed my rectum as Vince maintained a steady pressure on my puckered hole. "That's the plan, slut," Vince laughed as he contin...ed to force his soap-covered cock deeper into my butt. "You really need to loosen up buddy cause I sure like having your ass-meat wrapped around my prick. I think I'm gonna take to this buttfucking real nice. I might fuck this prime piece of ass all goddamn day." "You're one sick bastard," I exhaled, as I felt Vince's hairy nuts brush against my. I even forgot, a couple of times, to put on my Captain America goggles when I went up to the plate.But when Sandy wasn't there, I felt a little empty. Hard to admit something like that. It was like being kind of weak: it made me feel effeminate, even, although I knew there were plenty of women around who were as strong-willed as the strongest man.Whatever it was, I felt it. Maybe if Sandy wasn't around, my hitting slump would wear off, all on its own, and I'd be OK.But I doubted it, and,. Sure, I knew that my son was a little more attracted to me than was normal. I'd realized that he had erections when he'd seen me in various states of undress over the past few years.But even though deep down in my darkest thoughts I had fantasized about making love to my son, I certainly would never do anything about it.I was a firm believer that everyone had perverted thoughts from time to time. I often wondered what middle- aged fathers were really thinking when they were in the act of. When I saw the light go on in the dorm mother's room, I had to watch her. I also had to collect a pair from her, too.I never expected to watch the show that was going on in front of me. Hiding outside the window, I watched the assistant dean of the college, on his knees in front of the dorm mother, who had her legs spread wide for him. I had a perfect view of her open pussy. What was even better was, she had a crop in her hand and she was ready to use it on him if he did not lick her like she.