" Still watching you, I pull a chair up, and sit down. "Get up and get undressed but leave your shirt on." That caught your attention. "Why?" ... "Why? WHY?" I shriek. I get up and stand over you, my feet planted on either side of your waist. I bend over and grab your shirt and jerk you up to sit. "Because I told you to. Get up and take off your fucking clothes and leave your God damn shirt on!" I let you go and rise to stand, stepping over and away from you. I walk to the counter and. I love the way your mouth curls when you are pissed, and I love the way the corners of your eyes crinkle up when you laugh. I love the way you can just say things, without worrying about if anyone is shocked. I love the way you cock your head to one side when you are thinking…” “And you love the way my cock feels in you,” Elaine finished for her. “Well, yes! Yes! And besides, who else do I know who can both take me and take me in?” “Honey, I love you too, you know I do, but I really think you. .. not.Sometime later I heard the shower running and an image of the water running over that youthful body shot into my head, my cock began to stir. "Fuck!" I said. I got out of the chair and busied myself preparing dinner but try as I may the image remained. When Mary appeared dressed in a long t shirt and so obviously nothing underneath I couldn't look in the face, and to look at her body was just too much. I put her dinner on the table and took mine out onto the patio."Daddy..." she said. That exercise in cunnilingus was just a little bit of revenge on her part for my cheekiness in demanding a $200 fee for servicing her. Well, I really didn't care all that much: I was already into the successful businessman's mode of doing anything reasonable to keep the customer happy.I began to stroke, and Ruth began to moan, so I knew I was doing it right. I simply stroked into her at a steady rapid rate, and she rose higher and higher toward another orgasm. I felt mine rising, too..