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After
fucking my brains out by the pool, the fatigue began to settle in. We got out of the water, and headed for the
house, leaving what clothes there were out on the patio. We made it to my bedroom where I found us a
couple of towels to dry off. Then we
lay down to smooch and play.
Before
long, ready for another good dicking, Brandi invitingly sprawled out on her
back. I crawled up from the end on the
bed and sat on my heels, taking in the marvelous view of her young and perfect
body. God certainly knew what he was doing when he created woman!
Grasping
a dainty foot, I began giving it a deep massage. She seemed to like that.
I switched to the other foot.
Like every other part of her gorgeous body, I found it sexy as
hell.
Bending
forward slightly, I planted a kiss on her instep, then another. Locking eyes with her, I slowly placed her
big toe into my mouth, sloppily laving it with my mouth and tongue until my
saliva was trickling down her foot. A
low moan rose from Brandi's throat as she dreamily closed her eyes. Glancing
down, I saw that her labia were in motion, opening and closing ever so
slightly.
My
dear wife enjoyed a good toe sucking every now and then and responded
passionately. Judging from the
undulations, as well as the juices seeping copiously from her cunt, I was
apparently doing a good job of giving Brandi a sensual toe sucking. As for me,
it reminded me, as always, of those long-ago campouts when I was in Scouts,
where nighttime indiscretion between adventuresome boys wasn’t all that
uncommon. It was a memory that I always
kept to myself.
One
by one I did each of her ten toes and then I headed up her shapely leg towards
the beckoning grand prize. As I kissed
and licked my way upwards, I studied her genitalia. Her vulva was a shade or two ruddier than her thighs, puffy and
pronounced. The way she had her legs
splayed, opened her gash slightly, revealing her glistening pink interior and
the parallel folds of her inner lips.
One thing was certain, she was wet, very wet, wet with her arousal as
well as wet from the product of our previous copulation. I couldn't see her clit, but I knew that my tongue
would soon find it. Sure enough, a
minute or so later, the topography of that savory bud was being thoroughly
explored by my lingual digit.
My
tongue swirled around and around her pleasure button. The humping/rotating motion of her hips let me know that I was
having an effect. I slid a finger into
her to trap her clit between it and my licking tongue. Her hip motions became more pronounced and
erratic. Suddenly I found myself in a
headlock with her thighs tightly squeezing the old noggin while at the same
time trying to twist it off. Not
wanting to let her off so easily, I bore down on her cunt until I was desperate
for a breath.
Self‑preservation
is a powerful motivator, so with a forceful jerk, I extracted my head from her
marvelously juicy snatch. Immediately
she rolled to the side and curled up into ball like a hedgehog. Eventually she drifted down from her
orgasmic high and spread out again ready to fuck.
"I
love the mirrors," she said looking up at the ceiling while she toyed with
her nipples. "That's so totally
sexy! Watching you doing that to me was
such a turn on!"
I
had the ceiling mirrors installed a few months before Jenny was killed. I had made a bundle on a deal and wanted to
surprise her. She had gone off for a
week to be with her dad who was wasting away with cancer. When she got home,
she was definitely surprised.
"Oh
my god! You didn't!" exclaimed my
scandalized darling wife.
"Like
it?"
"It's
so... so trashy! My god, Hank, our
bedroom looks like a bordello!"
"I
don't know about that, but the view is terrific!"
"You're
gonna have to take them out!"
"I
just put them in!"
"No
way am I going to sleep under those! They're so..."
"They're
not for sleeping under, they're for..."
"I
know what they're for! They have to
go! I don't want to feel like a whore
every time we..."
I cut her off with a kiss and then completed her sentence. " Screw?"
Putting the move on her I asked huskily,
"Why not? You are my whore,"
I whispered as I mauled her tits.
"Tell you what, let's try it out for a few months. If you still don't like them, I'll remove
them."
Jenny
liked them almost immediately, even though she still said that they were vulgar and
trashy. I replied, "Who
cares? No one but us is allowed in
here."
"What
about Lula?" my wife asked unbuckling my pants. Lula was our cleaning lady.
"Lula
is the exception."
Next
thing I knew it was two hours later and dusk had set in. My stomach growled as I lay there stroking
Brandi's lovely breasts and studying her reflection.
"My
goodness! You're getting hungry, big
guy," she giggled.
"Yeah,
I'm famished. How about you?"
"I'm
hungry too. How about if we order in a
pizza?"
My
idea of a pizza is a simple old world concoction, with lots of garlic, fresh
mushrooms and perhaps artichoke hearts with very little cheese, baked in a wood‑fired
brick oven at 400 degrees from a little hole‑in‑the‑wall
pizzeria run by an honest‑to‑god Sicilian. The idea of a greasy slop‑pie from a
takeout chain wasn't very appealing.
But then again, I wasn't about to get dressed and go out. "Yeah, that sounds great! Go give 'em a call, babe."
"What
kind do you want?"
"Whatever
you want is fine by me, sugar."
"Pepperoni?"
"Uh,
sure why not?"
While
she made the call, I went to take a leak.
Then I headed to the kitchen for a couple of beers. I was in the kitchen, opening the bottles,
when Brandi walked in, wrapped up in a silk bathrobe that belonged to
Jenny. "Take it off!"
"What's
the matter?" she asked bewildered.
"Take
it off." I really didn't have any
sort of sentimental reasons, I just wanted her nude, completely nude and
available. "When I get dressed,
you can get dressed. Now take it
off."
"Okay,
you big grouch."
"I'm
not grouchy. I'm just horny and I want
you naked," I quipped. "I
like you naked."
"Oh,
is that so? Is there anything I can do
for you, you horny old man?"
"Yeah,
matter of fact there is. Before the
pizza guy gets here, I want those sweet lips of yours wrapped around my cock
again."
"Hmmmm,
sounds nice," she said as she laid the robe over a chair back. "Tell you what, Mr. Thornton. Why don't we go and lay down on the floor of
the den. Maybe, just maybe, I can take
care of you, Mr. Thornton."
"Drop
the Mr. Thornton, will you? Makes me
feel old."
"An
oldie but goodie?" she laughed.
I
was still sprawled out on the floor forty minutes later, getting my knob
polished when the pizza guy showed up with a lukewarm pizza. Brandi let my dick slip from her mouth with
a wet lurid smacking sound. Reluctantly
I got up, grabbed the twenty and wrapped a bath towel around my waist.
The
pizza was as bad or maybe even worse than I had imagined it would be. The soggy, greasy mess had to reheated in
the microwave. The dominant taste was
that of the cardboard box. To me, it
was barely edible. To Brandi it was a
treat. Thinking that the less time that
crap was in my mouth, the better, I managed to wolf down two slices.
I
washed my hands of the smell and returned to den floor, waiting for Brandi to
finish her pizza. Seemed like she took
forever, but eventually she strolled back into the den, munching on a slice of
supposed pepperoni pizza. She knelt by
me watching me playing with my dick.
Removing my hand from my semi‑flaccid cock, she gently held my cut
organ for a moment, studying it.
"You know, you're a little bigger than Jeff."
"He's
still growing," I replied.
With
a big grin she suddenly smeared her pizza on my dick.
"Hey!"
I shouted in complete surprise. "What are you doing? Ohhh, god damn girl," I moaned as she
inhaled me once again to feed on the pizza goo from my rapidly swelling
dick. "Oh, fuck!" I muttered
as she wrapped the warm slice of pizza around my dick and began slowly jacking
me off. Once again she lapped up the
gooey mess now coating my dick.
She
repeated the process until there was only the crust left. She then took three bites from the crust and
chewed it to a gruel‑like consistency.
Taking me back into her crust filled mouth, she swirled the chewed gruel
around my dick.
It
reminded me of the time, many years ago when I ass fucked an overweight country
girl. When I sank into her, I sank my
dick right into a big nasty turd. I
didn't know it was a turd until I had finished with her, but I remember the
feel of my dick plowing through her mess.
That's sort of what it felt like now.
Far from being disgusted, I found the sensation strangely erotic.
Brandi
swallowed all the food in her mouth and then sat back. I guess she found my expression to be quite
funny, because she burst out laughing.
"Damn,
Brandi! You're something else!"
I
got up to finish cleaning my pecker off in the kitchen sink. I decided that two could play this game so I
went to the cupboard and found a bottle of Hershey's syrup. Hiding it behind my back, I returned to the
den.
"Lie
down, Brandi." She followed my
instructions. Sprawling out and gazing
up at me, she had this come‑fuck‑me look. She was surprised, and started squealing with mirthful laughter
when the chocolate syrup began spattering over her tits and down her taut
stomach.
"My
dessert," I said as I began licking her clean.
After
I had licked her clean she declared, "I get dessert too!"
I
lay down and she squirted the sweet syrup all over me, getting it on the floor
in the process. It didn't matter a wit
what kind of mess we made, the rug was old and if it didn't come clean, so be
it!
Next
round, I had her lie on her stomach, pouring a meandering stream of chocolate
down her back and across her buttocks.
Playfully, I lapped it up, getting her into an uncontrollable giggle fit
as my tongue explored the cleft of her ass cheeks.
Picking
up the bottle, she gave me a mischievous smile. Lying on my stomach I felt the bead of syrup go from my neck down
my spine and then right into my ass crack.
As she worked her way down my back, licking up the chocolate, I wondered
just how far she'd go. I soon found out
as she spread my butt apart and worked her way down my hairy valley to my anus. I thought that she would just call it a game
and be done with it, but she didn't stop.
I remember gutturally groaning while she spent a lot of time licking at
my ass hole. No one had ever done that
to me before. It was so nasty, yet so very
intimate. I loved it! It was hard for me to believe that she would
do such a nasty thing.
I
was ready to call it a night, but she picked up the bottle, spread my ass
cheeks apart. She dribbled another dab
of syrup on my asshole and attacked my anus again. She never did stick her tongue up my ass, just licked and toyed
with it. Lost in the enthusiastic ass
licking I was receiving I said absentmindedly, "Oh, baby, you don't know
how good that feels. I could get used to this."
Brandi
abruptly stopped her anilingual play.
She slapped my hairy butt and sat up declaring, "Okay, my
turn!"
"Uh,
I don't know about..."
"I
did you, now you do me! Fair is
fair!"
"Brandi..." There was really no use in arguing.
She
took the bottle of Hershey syrup and flooded her ass valley. Flopping down on
the now ruined rug, she wiggled her butt, spread her legs and quipped,
"Bon apatite, monsieur!"
I
looked down on her firm buttocks, oozing with the dark brown liquid. "Uh, I think I've had enough chocolate
for tonight."
"Oh,
no you don't! You started this, now
you've got to finish! Don't worry, it
tastes like chicken, chocolate chicken!"
"Uh,
I don't..."
"I'll
go home! I'll go home if you can't play
fair!"
I
didn't think she was serious in her threat, but if I chickened out now, it just
might be the last time she partied with me.
Thinking back to all I knew about anal sex, I knew it could be
dangerous, but I had forgotten to use a condom with her and that was dangerous
too. I knew not to stick a dirty dick
or dirty finger into a woman's pussy because that could cause a serious
infection. I knew not to lick any sperm
that had dribbled from her ass for the same reason. But I also remembered that if everyone was clean, then licking a
butt wasn't that dangerous of a thing to do.
I rationalized that since we had gone swimming after our Greek‑tryst
that she was probably pretty clean, though not as clean as fresh from a hot
shower. Question was, was she clean
enough? I weighed the risks. Possible severe stomach cramps for a day or
two verses never getting to fuck her again.
Put it like that and it was a no‑brainer. I choose fucking.
I
straddled her back and bent my head to the task, starting at the top of her
valley just below the small of her back.
Once I started licking, I quickly realized that I really was burned out
on chocolate. Surveying the gooey mess
between her ass cheeks, I couldn't imagine eating all that sweet syrup without
getting so deathly ill that I would never eat chocolate again.
I
changed my position, coming up from between her legs for a direct assault on
the objective. Peeling her butt cheeks
apart, I couldn't even find her asshole because of all the dark syrup. I wiped
her butt with my hand to remove most of it and then deposited that on her
back. I wiped her again and removed
enough to where I could see where her asshole was. Having removed all but a thin coating, I set about my task. Close up, I studied her back door for a
moment. The only odor was the pervading
smell of Hershey's.
I
decided that my best approach should be as if I were going to eat her
pussy. That meant starting with a
tease, licking all around her anus without ever touching it. Although I could have done without the
chocolate flavoring, I found that to be pleasant enough.
The
way she was squirming around, I knew she was digging what I was doing. In fact, the more I did it, the more I was
digging it too. Gradually I became
bolder until I was ready to get on to the main event. I nestled my face into her, nose to her butt hole and drove my
tongue into the back of her pussy, then slowly, with the flat of my tongue I
licked back, or in this case up, across her perineum and then across her anus.
She
jerked and I heard her gasp at the first searing contact between wet tongue and
her sensitive anal ring. After that
first pass I used the tip of my tongue to lightly flick across her anus
spelling out 'BRANDIS ASS IS GOOD TO EAT' punctuating between each word with a
flat tongue pass over her puckered orifice. She was making little noises from
her other end so I figured that she liked what I was doing. I put my left arm
under her hips to lift them to give me better access, and began a new
sentence. Starting in her cunt, I
pulled across her asshole as if erasing the first sentence and then spelled
out, 'BRANDIS ASS BELONGS TO ME'. Next
I spelled out, 'BRANDI IS MY FUCK TOY' and then 'HANK IS A DIRTY OLD MAN'. By that time she was making all sorts of
positive noises at the other end so I pressed on.
I
had an idea, but I didn't have enough available fingers to hold her butt open.
"Brandi. Brandi!" I
called. "I need your help. Reach back and spread your ass open for
me." She reached back and I had a
free hand.
I
resumed tongue typing on her butt hole.
My free hand went beneath her to find her clit. While gently applying
side pressure to her bulging clit I spelled out 'PUSSY IS GOOD BUT BUTT IS
BETTER' and "BRANDI IS A GREAT FUCK'.
I started one more sentence, but before I got through the first word,
her butt cheeks snapped around my face as she came. I bore my face into her butt and zinged her clit to enhance her
orgasm. I could hardly breathe, but I
hung in there until she had enough and rolled away.
I
hopped on top of her and drove my ready prick into her sweet pussy, giving her
a good hard fucking from the get‑go.
Wave after wave of climatic energy swept over her as I fucked her like
Jeff fucked her. Having cum twice
already this afternoon, my old balls weren't up to cumming again, but my prick
sure didn't know it. I pounded her and
pounded her, giving her no quarter or relief from the rapid succession of
orgasmic waves until she appeared to have died. She really wasn't dead, she just looked dead; fucked out, a
listless piece of fuck meat. Enough was
enough. I pulled out, got off and went
for cold beer.
She
lay on the floor for a long time. I was
all sticky and didn't dare sit on any furniture, so I stood by, swilled my beer
and watched her to make sure that she really was just fucked‑out and not
in any sort of medical trauma, like a heart attack. She moved about slowly and her eyes fluttered opened a few times,
so I figured that I didn't need to call 911.
Gradually energy was restored to her body. I figured that in a few minutes, maybe she'd be ready for another
good dicking.
Figuring I could flip her over and do her in the butt, I went to my bathroom
vanity to find a bottle of lube. Before
I got there I knew I was kidding myself.
My once proud erection had dwindled to a super soft stub. Not only that, but I was also affected with a
sudden fatigue. I just wanted to go to
bed, but I had to shower first.
I
went back to the den to fetch Brandi, finding her sitting up. She looked a mess with chocolate smeared all
over her and wild untamed hair.
"Whoa,
whoa, whoa!" she said waving an arm in the air. "What a way to die!
Next time you want to kill me, kill me like that, okay?...Shit! Are all you old guys like that?"
"I'm
not that old."
"No,
I guess your not! Wow! You sure know how to do a girl. You're something else, Mr. Thornton."
"Damn
it, drop the Mr. Thornton. My familiar
name is Hank. We're familiar... just
like in the Old Testament, so call me Hank."
"Okay,
Mr. Hank."
"Hank,"
She
smiled and replied, "Hank. Hank
the super stud! You know, I figured
that you were probably good, but I never expected you to be this good! If it's okay by you, I think I'll stay a
while."
"Stay
as long as you want."
"Really?"
"So
long as you stay naked," I replied.
"Hmmmmm,
I guess I can save on clothes."
"Yup. Waste of money."
She
put her hand to her mouth and started giggling. I had no idea what she thought was so funny.
"What
so funny?" I asked.
"Oh,
you should see yourself, Hank! You look
like a little kid with all that chocolate on your face!"
"You
don't look any better, sweetie! What do
you say? Let's you and me go take a
shower, then let's call it a night."
"It's
still early."
"Maybe
I can read you a bedtime story."
"Little
Red Riding Hood? I think I just lived
that story. The big bad wolf ate me all
up."
"Yeah,
but he left some for late night snack."
Looking
down, she ran her hand across the soiled rug.
"You know, I think that we ruined your rug. I don't think I'll ever be able to get the
stains out."
"Fuck
the rug! It was old and on it's last
legs."
"It
wasn't that bad."
"Is
now," I laughed.
I
held out my hand to her and helped her up.
"I guess we do need a shower," she giggled. As we walked down the hall she added,
"I just love your shower. It's so
sexy."
"You've
been in my shower?"
"Of
course. With Jeff!"
I
reflected on that. So much for my
privacy. My room was always off limits
to the boys, when their mother was alive and even after. The whole shower thing had been Jenny's
idea. It was designed as a place were
we could get away from the boys, relax and screw in a simulated outdoors
setting.
The
original master bath was nice enough, with two vanities, with a separate shower
and garden tub. Jenny had the garden
tub ripped out to form a passageway into the new bathing area. She built a room, 12 by 16. The interior walls were done in stacked
fieldstone, the floors were done in flagstone.
Skylights flooded the room with natural light. A built in planter, filled with tropical plants lined the long
wall. A two‑man Jacuzzi tub was
at one end with a wall of windows that looked out onto a private jungle
garden. At the other was an open shower
with multiple showerheads and a low stone bench that separated the shower from
the rest of the room. I couldn't begin
to count the number of times Jenny and I fucked on that stone bench. It was like fucking in a secluded open‑air
grotto. Very sexy and lots of fun.
I
led Brandi into my inner sanctum and into my bath. After adjusting the water temperature, I turned the master valve
and the shower area filled with a warm rain.
Needless to say it was great fun soaping her down and cleaning out the
all the crevasses. With equal
enthusiasm, she washed me. Having
worked her way down my leg, she stayed down.
Looking up into the gentle spray, Brandi sucked on my dick one final
time. Alas, poor Peter was pooped. Try as she might, she didn't get much of a
rise out me. Didn't matter, it felt
good to me and she seemed to enjoy a soft dick for a change. Had she gotten it up, well, that's what the
stone bench was for.
The
phone rang in the bedroom, but of course I ignored it. Still, enough was enough for one day. Gently I pushed her off my cock and turned
off the water. I remember that she was concerned about her hair being wet and needing
to do something with it. I combed it
out for her and declared that that was enough and to get her ass in my bed
where she belonged. Shuffling through a
small pile of DVD's, I selected one and played it back. The oversized plasma TV flickered to life on
the wall opposite of the bed.
I
crawled into bed, looking up at the mirrored ceiling and the reflection of the
teenage girl who was sharing her body with me.
She glanced up and saw me looking at her. She smiled and blew me a kiss before turning her attention back
to the large‑scale images of wanton fornication.
Next
thing I remember was waking up in the middle of the night needing to pee. The bedroom was flooded with a soft light
glowing from the plasma set. It was
still on, but the DVD had been long over.
I looked up and saw the naked girl lying beside me. I slipped out of bed trying not to disturb
her and relieved myself. I turned off
the plasma TV and slipped back in bed.
Brandi stirred a little and then snuggled up pressing her bare breast
into me. Damn! How lucky can a man be!
I
dozed off, but woke again a few hours later.
Brandi had moved away from me. I
was stiff as a board and decided to make the best use of my time with her as
possible. She woke up as I mounted
her. It was a rape actually, but she
didn't seem to mind at all. Had she had said, "No," I would have
fucked her anyway. Once I'd spermed her young cunt, I rolled off and fell back
into deep sleep.
Morning
came and I woke to the delightful sensation of an early morning blowjob. Actually it wasn't early, but at least it was
still morning. We stayed in bed until
well past noon, fucking and sucking. It
wasn't the intense raw sex that we had yesterday, but much more leisurely, more
making love than just having sex. When
we finally got out of bed, it was due to hunger.
"Are
you going to work?" she asked over plate of bacon and eggs.
"Naw! Fuck it!
There's not a damned thing going on.
Even if there was, I'd rather stay here and play house with you." That's the great perk of being self‑employed
with no other employees to worry about.
I can schedule a vacation day whenever I want. Of course there's a price to pay to exercise that perk, but since
there really wasn't anything that couldn't wait until tomorrow, it really
wasn't costing me.
Brandi
did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen while I studied her nude form. Lithe with a classic body, she was a joy to
behold. 'Jeff must be nuts for dumping
her,' I thought. 'Then again, if he
hadn't... would I be doing this?... Good boy, Jeffery. You definitely made the right choice... Just proves that one
man's discard is another man's treasure.'
When
she finished with the dishes we went outside for a swim and to catch a few
rays. Careful to conserve myself, we
must have fucked four or five times that afternoon before I finally unloaded my
balls in her. It was wonderful. But as the sun began to fade, I knew that
she'd probably have to go home soon.
"Brandi,
we need to talk."
"We've
been talking."
"I
know, but that was mostly about having sex."
"What
do want to talk about?"
"Sex."
"Is
that all you men think about?"
"Healthy
men? Yeah," I laughed. "That's what we think about all the
time."
"Okay,
you horny old goat! What about
sex?"
"I
want to stay healthy."
"What
does that have to do with sex?"
"We've
been balling since yesterday. Bareback. Without protection."
"Oh,
and you think you're going to catch something from me?"
"Maybe."
"You
think I'm a dirty slut. Is that
it?"
"No,
no, no. It's just that... there are
nasty things going around. Some can
kill you and you can't do a damned thing about them. I've always been careful and I tried to teach my boys to be
careful too. The fact is, we didn't use
rubbers."
"I
hate rubbers!"
"So
do I, but they just might save your life."
"You
sound like my step‑dad."
"I'm
not trying to put on any dad‑thing.
I'm just being realistic. When
was the last time you got checked."
"Checked
for what."
"VD. Sexually transmitted diseases. Gonohera, AIDS, that sort of thing."
"Hmmmm,
I don't know."
"You
don't know! Have you ever been
checked?"
"I,
I guess not. I feel okay!"
"Look,
you need to get checked, right away. Go
to a doctor or the public heath clinic.
I'll pay for it. Won't take but
a half hour."
"God,
you make me feel so dirty."
"You're
not dirty. But if by chance you
accidentally picked up something, you need to know. I need to know."
"I'm
okay."
"Remember
the last time you got the flu or had a sore throat that needed a doctor's
attention."
"Yeah. I guess."
"Do
you remember where you caught the flu or who gave you the sore throat?"
"No. Of course not."
"Well,
you can catch a bug from somebody who doesn't know that they're infectious. Some of these bugs, very nasty bugs, lie
around and you don't know that you have them.
Still they can hurt you. They
can hurt you and anyone you have sex with."
"Oh...
You're scaring me, you know that."
Brandi looked down at her feet and then touched her pussy.
"You
should be scared. Tomorrow, go get it
checked out. I'll give you the money, if
you need it. Brandi, it's always best
to know, one way or the other. If you
know, then you can do something about it.
Okay?"
"Okay. If you want me to."
"Yes. I want you to get checked."
She
looked up and smiled at me. "Yes,
Daddy."
"I'm
not your Daddy. I'm the old fart that
fucks you. I'm an old fart who wants to
live to a ripe old age screwing little girls just like you! And I don't want to give those little girls
anything that might harm them."
"Okay. I'll do it."
"Promise?"
"I
promise."
"A
promise made is a promise kept."
"What
do you mean?"
"It
means that you'll keep your promise and go to the doctor. Tomorrow! Now, how about if we put some clothes on and
go out to dinner before you have to go home."
"I
can't go home."
"What
do you mean, you can't go home?"
"Mama
kicked me out. She called me a dirty
tramp slut. She told me that I could go
to hell as far she was concerned. She
said she never wanted to see my slut face ever again."
"What
happened? Why would she say such a
thing?"
"I
don't want to talk about it. She hates
me. At least its mutual."
"Brandi..."
"I
don't want to talk about it! I won't
talk about it, but I do need a place to stay tonight."
"You
can stay here."
"Can
I? Thank you, Hank. I know that you don't want some kid hanging
around all the time, but until I find a place to live, can I stay here?"
"Well,
spread your legs, honeypot! You're
home!"
"You
mean it?"
"Hell,
girl! I ain't no damned fool! An old
fart like me with a young cunt like you?
Honeychild, you're everyman's dream. Running my hand high up her thigh,
I put on my best dirty old man act.
"Ya want some candy little girl?
How 'bout if you treat a poor old
S.O.B. to nice hot fuck?"
We
went out to a steakhouse I'm particularly partial to and had a decent
dinner. It was getting late by the time
we got home, but we fucked one last time, some anal action in bed that she
seemed to particularly enjoy.
I
looked over at the answering machine and saw it flashing. It'd been flashing since last night, but it
was never deemed important enough to bother with. I clicked on the playback button and Jeff's voice crackled in.
"Hi,
Dad! It's me! Guess you're not home.
Just checking in like you asked us to.
We're in Crede and plan to hike up to a lake tomorrow and do some fly‑fishing. Talk to ya later, Pops!"
Brandi
came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. Doddling my drooping dong she asked,
"How about if I wash you up, so that you're clean and fresh in the
morning?"
"Sure,
babe. Won't find me passing up an invite from a young babe to wash my old
pecker."
"It's
not old. Just experienced."
To be continued...
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