Ken fucked his deceased daughter's daughter savagely plundering her sore tender ass. Heather's mind-blowing buggery was now into its third hour showin...g no signs of abating. She looked at her pa's handsome face with his mouth slightly open as he softly grunted making extra effort with each brutal thrust. The aroma of Heather's rectal invasion pervaded the air around them further stoking the wanton desire of lusty granddaughter and insatiable grandfather.Ken exploded for the third time to add to. "What's your favourite team?" I- I dunno," I say, stammering as I'm put on the spot."Every boy knows who their favourite team is," dad scoffs. "So who'syours?" Umm..." I stammer, trying to think of any football team. "Chelsea?" Chelsea!?" Dad shouts angrily. "You're a Leeds supporter, just like yourold man! Only women and poofs support Chelsea!" ...I support Leeds," I whisper."Damn right you do," dad says, gesturing to the sofa opposite the TV,which I dutifully park myself. We spend the rest of. James had also asked if I could do a three way with any of his friends who would it be, and my answer was always Alan.“Three ways huh?” Alan said, again smiling at me.Although I was drunk I could feel my face turning red.I would love to see what kind you like” Alan said. He rose from the table and entered his room grabbing the laptop. “Here, find one you like, I want to see.”I snatched up the laptop and walked, stark naked, over to the couch in the living room. I searched for a suitable video. ..One day I showed the song to my agent. He was shocked. "Bill I never knew you were a transvestite." Jim, I'm not. It's a song about a guy we saw in a bar once." Bill, you've got to get it out there. It's brilliant."I thought about how we do that. I'd have to try to find the transvestiteor something. I could never dress like that.It was Friday night. I got over to Janet's. She said, "Hi Brad," as sheopened the door to me."Brad? I'm not called Brad," I said. "Are you seeing someone?" I.