”“I am good dad, it feels great to have you in me,” he said. Bending forward I leaned in to kiss him. He had me inside him now. Distracting him ...with the kiss, I slowly started to thrust just an inch or so, in and out, then a couple inches, and then a little more. I was thrusting half in and out as I broke the kiss and stood up.“Stay relaxed son, just stay relaxed. I am giving you some nice strokes now, how does it feel son,” I asked.“Dad, I never imagined it could feel this good. You are so. Not when her hand is on your dick! With her pointing it at her love nest.Who protects guys from that?I don't care what the Psychologists say or even anthropologists or anyone. SEX is 'the' prime driving force. They want sex those no longer pre-pubescent ones. They want sex and who protects us from that?So when you are there naked ... yeah I know. Why would "I" allow that to happen. Well, when she has her dainty little hand on your HUGE ROD, it is only going one place and no matter how many. A tall shapely woman about her mom's age came up to them."So good to see you, Barbara," the woman exclaimed, kissing Toni's mom on the cheek." Toni, this is Miss Lynn, the owner of The Nursery," her mother explained."Oh thank you for coming, Barbara and bringing your daughter. My, I see little Toni has gotten to be a BIG girl... up here." Toni blushed as the woman eyed her breasts, ill concealed by the blouse her mother made her wear. "Won't be long 'till you're having babies, will it,. Fred was a very unattractive man who was probably in his forties with balding, greasy hair that he tried to hide with one of those hideous comb-overs. He was short, heavy, wore a thick mustache and had bad teeth. What he lacked in physical appearance, he gained in kindness and I would later learn his role at the adult bookstore was the employee who kept inventory of all the items and partly the security guard for the “back room” traffic of people. At that moment, I had no idea what that.