I was thinking of how she must have felt about it, that turned me on.“„Yes, you are indeed a wicked woman,“ said Jason, gently fondling my breas...ts. „A cruel and wicked woman.“ My nipples were firming fast.„And you are a cruel and wicked man...“„Agreed.“„Am I the only person you`ve fucked today?“„No...I had my little Anna before breakfast. She`s only sixteen you know, but a real whiz-k** on the bed.“„Bastard!“„You`re not jealous, are you?“ he asked.„Jealous! Of a slave-girl? Of course not.“ His. Which had been initially one of my best friend's major concerns."So, what does it taste like?" she asked looking towards my wife. "Can I do that too?" she then asked."Honey, you can do anything you want to, this is your night," Jackie told her. "And ... just so you know, if there's anything you'd like to feel or experience before you finally do decide it's time, we're both here for you as well for any of that."I opened my eyes wide over that one as I looked at my wife. Though she continued. After we got there I decided that we were leaving and we went. I put MJ in the passengers seat, walked around and got into the driver's seat.The drive usually didn't take too long at all. But, along the way MJ started crying, so I stopped and hugged her. I wiped the tears from her eyes and She was the first to say something, "Al, are you going to tell dad?" I said,"I have to MJ, he'd skin me alive if I didn't." Then MJ started crying again, I took her in my arms and started telling her,. "Seriously?" he asked."I guess so," Brock told him."I thought, well, I didn't think you knew much about your dad," Al said with uncustomary diplomacy. It wasn't a big deal in his neighborhood in New York City. In fact, most of the people he grew up around could have had doubts about their parentage."I don't," Brock said. "Or at least I didn't. I still might not. This woman approached me today. She had a picture of my mom with her dad. I guess they dated in high school or something. Her dad.