We curled up on the bed for a while, just talking about how good that fuck was and planning our next one.Russ and Jane rented our house for six years,...and we fucked at least twice a month during that time. I also learned that dad got in on the act. All the women had talked about dad fucking them in the past and Jane just to learn how good he was. Jane did say he was bigger than I was, and that he did have tricks I did not have, but she would not share them with me. I should have asked dad. I walked back to my chair and sat down with my legs crossed. It crossed my mind about using his cock, but if it was going to explode soon it would be a waste.“Stroke it and count how long till you get to the edge. Don’t cum as I don’t want a mess on my sofa.” I ordered him.I sat back and watched him, on a normal day watching that would have got me going but my mood wouldn’t allow it.I switched looking between his face and his cock. “Twelve seconds,” he breathed heavily as he let his rock hard. Maxwell was delighted they were becoming so close. He shut the curtain and thought to himself that he might suggest to the young man that he could sleep in the house near Clarissa when he was away. It would give him great comfort to know she was safely being looked after by the kind, handsome virile young back youth. Maxwell, a deeply religious man, and getting more so in his 70s, was pleased beyond belief that Igoro had met the famous black African priest, Pastor Erasmus who had invited his. It was in a long park, cordoned off. Donations were being accepted, and Trin dropped a fiver into the box as she walked past. Woofer snuffled at passers-by, and was happy when Trin stopped for a burger. Without the spicy mustard, he managed to mooch a good half of it easy, and attempted to look contrite when she called him a ‘greedy gut.’ Trin passed by and got her annual pride purchase, a set of rainbow rings. She had four sets so far, and had them around a BB chain that she work infrequently,.