I’d faff around tying my shoelace or looking for something in my bag as long as I could outside those glass doors but I didn’t want to look weird ...so I eventually signed myself up. She was a young girl, just about eighteen. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders and stopped just above her round, heavy breasts. She had a tiny waist on her petite frame, wide hips, slender arms & legs but most notably: a mesmerising arse. A proper bubble butt, full in all the right places: almost as though it were. “I might eventually, if you were so inclined. Our ages and temperaments seem to match up, and I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t find you attractive. Watching you bond with my daughter didn’t hurt, either.”“Wow, you sure don’t hold things back.”“Beth,” interjected John, “Grant is the most unpretentious, plain spoken man I’ve every known. If he says it, it’s the truth.”“That statement might not be true in the future as we have to deal with our new world. It will still be mostly true to our. ” He groaned. Letting go of his cock with a “pop!” She got up. “Says the pervert who rapes teen girls. Not even your own niece was safe from your rapist cock.” She commented. She loved that he was a sick pervert who craved his own niece. The feeling of being raped over and over again by an adult cock was heavenly. Being used for sex and made to be a breeding slut was even better.Climbing on his lap, she positioned herself directly over his cock. Long, thick and veiny it strained for her. He was easy to talk to, when she was in a mood to talk, and if she sometimes felt a little silly talking to a dog, she didn't feel quite as crazy as she would have felt talking to herself. It didn't take her long to catch up. She slowed her pace to fall in line with him, and he looked up amiably. It wasn't the first time she'd joined him for some or even all of the walk home, and he considered her a friend. His first duty was getting his bags home safely and promptly as was expected of him, but.