"He's a sweetheart, he doesn't forget mine," Victoria added, looping her arm through his. If she wasn't so large in the middle, she'd mash her breast ...o the back of his arm."I'll warn him," Irv started to walk away."Your wife is famished, what are you going to do about it?" she asked."Take you to the Lincoln Park stables and feed you, I suppose."She playfully slapped his arm, "I'm not in the mood for hay or oats. I think I'd like one of those lobsters at Nick's Fishmart." I can't talk you into. Maybe I had just been unlucky, but it seemed to me that they were always in a race to empty their balls as quickly as they could. That certainly didn't work for me. I’d found that sex with girls was a much more reliable proposition, at least they didn’t need constant directions and re-assurance of their prowess.If I had to choose, my ideal man would have been my step-dad, Carl. Although he was quite old at fifty-seven, he had charm to spare. What he lacked in youthfulness, he made up for in his. I then stood up and Claire sat up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Placing her one hand on my ass she moved forward to my chest and she bit my nipples gently giving me a bit of pain. She then looked up at me and ran her hands over my chest and down to my crotch to massage my hard cock and balls. She asked if I'm enjoying this as she undid the button on my jeans and unzipped it. I replied saying I am indeed as she released my hard cock as she dropped my pants and jocks down to my feet.. “So I think we need to discipline you, Ann” added Gertie Hunter his wife.Ann was crestfallen and did not want her wages docked as she was saving every penny in the hope of opening her own shop one day.“I think the best way is a sound caning, Ann” continued Gertie.Ann looked at the floor. She knew where the cane would come from as the shop sold them and many parents were customers. She enjoyed re-stocking the umbrella stand where they were on display in the sop and sometimes in the storeroom has.