I felt disgusted.Finally, he wheezed and tightly pressed his heavy belly to me, I felt the warmth of his ejaculating sperm in the condom. But some tim... the fat old man still continued twitching on me.At last, gasping, the old buck got up. I continued to lay picturesquely in the bed, eyes closed, legs in stockings and shoes spread wide as if I was in orgasm still, peeping at him through slightly open eyelids. The fat old man took off the condom, tied it up in order to prevent the sperm shedding. Or rather have her fuck him. Sophie liked to be teased and I liked to tease her. She enjoyed the thoughts I planted in her mind about the shy young virginal boy. Brian, I think, knew what we were up to in the bedroom from the first day while he was out mowing the lawn. And soon it became a feature of every Saturday.One day I suggested that she go to the kitchen (which is off the living room) and get us some drinks. We were both naked and I told her not to put any clothes on while she tip toed. There is nothing wrong with that. Look, I am not out for your blood, but I do want to know ... did you know that my mother was pregnant with me when she aborted me?” the stranger asked him.“Who are you? And what are you talking about?” Louis was honestly confused by this whole situation.“Well, if I had been born to you, my parents, I would have been a Hatch. Maybe Louis Hatch, Jr. I don’t know for sure. Maybe Pierre Hatch, after your uncle. Instead, I was aborted by my own mother, your ex-wife,. Although I had been wanking at almost every opportunity it felt more exciting and special doing it with him and I was also excited about looking at his magazines again. We talked for a bit and he asked me how I'd been getting on and I knew exactly what he meant. I told him I had masturbated several times and I really enjoyed it and he said that was good news! He had placed some magazines on the table in the living room and without being invited I took off my jeans and under pants as Tom sat in.