Thefaucets were switched off allowing his body to bead the remains of thespray. "Oh, God, honey. I need your tongue there. Lick daddys asshole". Kevin... pushed his face into the hairy crack, his hands holding thecheeks wide apart. "Oh, fuck, yeah, son! Lick daddys furry hole. Push your tongue in. Ah,fuck!" Peter groaned. The tongue danced over the roughness caused by the hairs. His tonguewiggled insistantly at his fathers back door. For as long as his memoryKevin loved his dads body. The taste of. ”Jack still did not respond, but his breathing was definitely getting heavier.“Then I asked one of our senior partners, Chip Bailey. He has a strong opinion about you, Grierson. He called you a low-life from the gutter. The SEC filings for the Foncault Group list your father as Sergeant Henry Grierson of the US Army. But – and this is interesting, I’ve never seen this before in an SEC filing – it lists your mother as ‘unknown’.”“Chip Bailey is right,” said Jack. His voice was rough, but he. Still when she talks, she’s ... I don’t know. I can almost listen to all that geek garbage. She’s so into it. And, I gotta admit, she’s damn smart. She was calculating ammo usage in her head for herself and for me. And she knows all kinds of history, politics, even some sports stuff. If I could only get her to wear a dress, she might even clean up pretty good. Of course, all I want here is the sex. I’m not into her or anything.I have a strict no-geek policy.Thursday, I leave the office early.. Sam’s was known for having regular hip-hop events on weekends and Friday night seemed a reasonable day for one. I imagined that the DJ would be in later. The bar was not busy yet, the clientele quite mixed. A couple of businessmen were casually chatting while finishing up a platter of what looked like ribs, at one table. A group of 3 younger black guys, I estimated to be in their early 20’s, were hanging out ear an old-fashioned juke box, pants hung half-way down their asses. I always did think.