Dave knew he was conservative by nature. He delighted in the fact. Dave’s outlook on life was particularly inexplicable given that both his parents ...were so full of energy and vitality. You know something's gone wrong with the nature of things when a father tells his son to 'fuck-off, you boring bastard' as he hairs around the garden blasting a football into the flowerbeds while his teenage son stands aghast, shaking his head disapprovingly."No son of mine," he said, semi-seriously. "I knew that. My girlfriend was a blonde as well. She was 5'4 had an amazing body! Her tits were a b cup. My cousin looked a lot like her. That should give you an idea of how she looked. Her name was Teresa. We would hide either on her families property or mine and fuck at least once a week. On the times we didn't have sex we'd be driving around on a date and she would rub my dick through my pants. Thats one thing I absolutely love. I love it when a girl rubs me through my pants. I then would take her hands. Smith agrees, I think we should both lose. He is not allowed to cum until I return and I will clean with a full bladder wearing only jeans for a month.”"Sounds fair to me,” Mr. Smith said with a smile.“I am going to take off these wet pants and take a shower,” Mrs. Smith said as she began walking towards the bedroom.“Have you forgotten about your spanking?" Mr. Smith asked.Mrs. Smith did not answer her husband’s question, but abruptly changed direction and walked resolutely into the kitchen.. He pushed about 3/4 of the way in, stopped, grabbed my waist, then forcedit the rest of the way in. He said "Balls Deep, Bitch, you like that?" Unngh!" was all I could mutter as I concentrated on relaxing my whorehole. He just laughed and began to long dick me. after a minute or two thepain washed away and was replaced by sheer electricty as my pussy crackledin ectasy at the huge intruder's thrusts. Boy was I right, the downwardcurveon his massive member hit my prostate just right.It was Bitch.