His soft flabby arms, his big belly, his hairy, unclean body, there was really no comparison. And yet, I was slipping back into my fantasy and althoug...h I hated myself for it, I couldn't deny that I was becoming aroused as this fat old man raped me again.After a few minutes he began forcing my head down. I knew what he wanted of course. I had been dreading it for weeks. I put my hand around his hard, throbbing cock and leaned down until my lips came into contact with his fat cock. I stuck out my. " she laughed in reply."I fell for that." I smiled, "Seriously, what brings you here and without your mother?" Mum's gone away for a couple of weeks" Eve replied, "and I'm on half term so I thought I'd come and visit my favourite Uncle. I hope you don't mind me just turning up like this Uncle Chester." Not at all," I grinned, "once I'd got over the surprise that is. Are you hungry?" Famished." she laughed, "The buffet car on the train was closed." Right then, let's see what we can rustle up." I. My shades are always open.Kurt and Karen kept the shades down most of the time, sometimes opened the window, saw them fight more than 10 times and heard them too. But about 5 months ago, everything changed.One night I was drawing some blue prints a client for Saturday morning when about 6 o clock and with all the freedom in her house, she came out of the bathroom in one huge white towel covering from her boobs to almost her knees, and one on her head. She was just walking around looking for. Just eager for this wanton delight.My hand slid in and grabbed his cock.“Damn,” he moaned. “You always suck a stranger's cock?”“No,” I said. But maybe I should start. I was so wet. “It's your lucky day.”I pulled out his cock and then darted my tongue around his spongy crown. He shuddered. The park bench groaned as he shifted, the wood creaking. His precum spilled out, coating my tongue. I savored it, my pussy growing juicier and juicier.Could I masturbate?Why not? I was sucking him off in.