"He told me that he had done that. Said it would save our property from double taxes." She tried to ignore his cold stare of disapproval. "It did not ...ean anything to him." She licked her lips, a bit embarrassed and took a deep breath. "Or to me, sir." Your father?" the man asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "We can't have this, Miss Conroy, not from an old family like yours. I know him well, an honorable man." Yes, my father. He had to do it, sir." She nodded and waited, confused because. I worked my way back to his chest then down his belly. I started to unbutton his pants then the zipper and I pulled the pants down to his ankles and he then stepped out of them. He had on those bikini type briefs, navy blue in color. He looked so sexy; his cock was already hard from all of my kissing. He watched every move I made and ran his fingers through my long dark curly hair. I blew my hot breath on his cock while rubbing his balls. His legs started to quiver a bit, so I knew he was. "What do you mean. What's wrong?" My hair, put up like this. I mean its too feminine. I feel silly." "You're being silly" she said correcting me. "Why, what do you mean its too feminine." Well, its just guys don't have their hair up like this. I mean..." "I don't see the problem" she insisted, "it's just us here. No-ones going to see and anyway some guys do wear their hair like that." "I haven't seen any. I mean, its just me.. I just feel self conscious. How do you keep it up like that." Oh,. Never let’s make love. Never I love you. Her body enthralled me. I’d had girlfriends before, even an almost fiancée. With the other girls, sex would change – this time passionate and this time not, periods of heat mixed with fallow times. There was eventually a loss of interest. Sex with Dory was and has largely remained constant, both in frequency and in substance. She was astonishingly creative at the simple act of moving my cock in and out of her pussy or mouth. She always put out with.