"You are tired, dad, I can see it. MaybePeter doesn't care about this whole situation, but I am here to help you.Don't forget about it, please," I add...d quietly.My father smiled and hugged me. Surprisingly, he was the redolent ofcigarettes. Strange. He didn't smoke."Real scout girl," he said and kissed me in forehead. "Do you want to gowith me to hospital?"I didn't like hospitals and I felt tired after yesterday events, but Ididn't want him to face all this situation alone. So I answered:"Sure,. ..I trained you well. Take a long whiff ofmy pussy. I be at your house soon ... You better make me cum at least twicebefore I get there" Yes Ms Videl"She smiled and grabbed his ass slipping a finger."Sissy" She SaidLaterEric's Dad (Carlos) was buff old man that stood about 5.10. He consideredhimself a tough guy and worked out well into his old age. He wife had divorcehim long ago and left him for a pool boy. Cause of that he grown to resentwomen and tried to teach his sons to have a strong hand. She sat up and leaned forward as she took my cock in her hand and rubbed it across her hard nipples, "Do you like the way that feels? Would you like to slide your big cock in between them?" she said.She laid my stiff cock between her beautiful tits and pressed them tight around me with her hands and began sliding them up and down on my shaft. After a couple minutes I could see the first drops of my pre-cum ooze from the tip of my cock and onto her chest. She continued stroking my cock with her. I’m not religious, God knows, but the whole thing started as a celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ. I mean, even if you don’t believe in Jesus Christ or even believe that such a man ever existed. According to the dictionary, the holiday was called Cristes mæsse in Old English and cristmasse in Middle English, and now is Christmas. What it means is “Mass of Christ.” That seems pretty damn clear to me. If we can’t call the Mass of Christ what it is, well, can you imagine saying to the Jews,.