I am starting to rub your back and as I do so I am checking your cute ass..It is so temping.I want to toutch it, but I don´t yet...I slowly move down... your back to see how you react. As I almost reach your ass I "accidentally" slip my one hand on it...When I see that you don´t react to it I am getting more courage to toutch it. Now my both hands are on your ass, that beautiful tight ass..I like it so much. ( wish i could see more of it at the moment) I feel that you like it..As I keep rubbing. I stepped closer to him and he reached out and lightly stroked my thighs, never taking his eyes off my hard cock. I put my hand on the back of his head and moved his face to my dick. I watched him close his eyes and exhale sharply, he must of wanted this so bad. With his eyes closed, he rubbed his face on my hard on and moaned softly, then allowed himself to rub his lips across my shaft before pressing it to my stomach with his hand and kissing my hanging balls. I continued to hold the back of. I raised my head and looked at him.“Son, what was the word Peter’s father used?”“Fuck,” he almost yelled.“And how did he use it?” I asked.“Fuck me,” he answered.“Is that what you want me to do?” I asked quietly.“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, fuck me father.”Are you sure, son? It will hurt.”“Yes, I’m sure. Fuck me.”I moved up between his legs and holding them apart by his ankles, I positioned my cock head at his opening. I pushed a little until just my head was inside him then stopped, waiting for. I found some crusty bread and a piece of orange cheese, drew my huge bayonet, sliced a bit and offered it to her on a wooden trencher."When do the people upstairs usually get home?" 'Bout dark," I said. "You can wait here. You're a lot better to look at than these walls."She smiled and took a small piece of cheese. "That's a rather large knife," she said."Aye, a Connecticut lady gave it to me, 'twas her husband's." I see," she said. "And what do you do?" Bit of this and that," I said, taking.