The several millions probably don’t hurt.’ Dick had been listening and now broke his silence. ‘I think there are few beautiful women around here... that he hasn’t dickered already.’ ‘Dickered! What the hell kind of word is that?’ Tom chortled. ‘The word is fucked!’ Dick looked embarrassed. ‘My grandmother taught me not to use that word. She caught me saying it once and whaled the tar out of my hind end.’ ‘What does your grandmamma call it?’ Tom and Ralph both laughed, but in a friendly way that. I had 7 years of sexual pressure built up inside of me and it was being realized right now. I went 7 years not being fucked the way that I craved to get fucked, the way that I had been accustomed to getting fucked. This was the way I loved it, hard, fast and with lots of lust, this kind of lust that I had every night straight prior to my marriage; I had missed it more than I honestly thought I had. At that moment I could not get enough of this feeling. I wrapped my arms around the man's hips. " It's called in loco parentis. It..." Mr. Hollowell saw my grin and stopped. "Tony, this is serious." And Traci WILL know that. I promise." Are you just trying to keep her out of trouble with your parents?" That and a little blackmail. You never know when you'll need some leverage with a little sister." Mr. Hollowell opened his mouth, but I held my hand up. "Sir, I don't like fighting. That's why I always tried to avoid them and almost always succeeded. I guess Trace's had two other fights. I. There was a certain chemistry between them as she made love to him. He toyed with her hard nipples and she bit her lower lip, half smiling, and half wincing under his touch. She slowly fucked him for what I estimated was a good twenty minutes, using a rocking rhythm with her hips. Then he reached up and slipped a finger into her mouth, and she eagerly sucked it like a tiny black cock. It must have been a communication between them; she got off him, moved around and sat on the end of the bed..