No hemming and hawing. Right to the point. I like that about my dad. But what he said I didn't like.I spun around, and, hands loosely on hips, wobbly ...legs apart a couple feet, I stood my ground. "Bullshit!" I tried to stop myself from being profane, something my dad hated, but nothing else said it. "Bullshit!" You live in this house you respect me! You respect my rules!" he roared.I walked past him and up the stairs and into my messy room. Wrestling my hiking back pack from my jumble of a. You?’ ‘Went skiing. Took my nephews which was interesting and an experience I don’t care to repeat until they’re older,’ Mark chuckles. ‘I love being the favorite uncle, but it was a little overwhelming. May need to bring reinforcements next time.’ I select my seat in the conference room, midway down the table across from the windows. I hate the weekly staff meeting, but Mark and I are presenting an idea for a customer segmentation campaign for a new client this morning, so at least I won’t be. It sparks the promise of something big, something greater than hed ever dreamed of. Something that makes this the perfect study nook – an overwhelming feeling of hope. Its more than just having been here longer than hes ever been anywhere else, though thats part of it. Theres something about not having to worry about Dean rushing in and dragging him away. Something about knowing that his future is held in these walls and amongst these shelves. Like he did with Jess, all he has to do is reach. Still dazed, room spinning slowly I was having my cock stroked, no words, no expressions, just stroking. It felt amazing, still confused I could feel latex gloves cup my tense balls whilst she quietly sucked my cock gently at first, gradually faster. Still no words were spoken and one thing had lead to another, I was in the room, away from everybody, locked-in with shorts around ankles, thrusting into Nursey, she coiled her neck after each deep fulfilment of my large girth. I started slow and.