Johnson. Thank you," I said. "Don't sweat it, son," he said absentmindedly. Damn, the way he called me "son" got me thinking what would it b...e like if he really were my dad? I sat there for a few minutes thinking how happy I might be living in such a happy household with a dad who appreciated me. I snapped back to reality when I realized I had been staring at Mr. Johnson the whole time. "You okay, boy?" he asked. "You've been staring at me for a few minutes." Just as he said. They'd fucked only a dozen or so times but it had been enough. He was taking good care of her career."And this stud? Rod? What a stupid name by the way. Blond hair, blue eyed. I presume he surfs, hm? Well, he would if we were anywhere near water." Peter drilled each word into her head, he was laying his cards on the table - he seemed to know everything about her. "And poor Todd. You've been married just over eight years now, right? Let's see...if you started fucking Powers two years ago, that. "Don't mind me." she quipped. "I hope you don't mind. I got here early and the door was open."He looked down and his wife was looking up at him with a grin spreading around his dick.He would later find out that she had been bragging about their sex life and apparently Tommi was curious.Tommi was almost as tall as Rick and pear shaped. Her breasts were quite round, but her hips were at least three times as wide as the rest of her. She began to unbutton her shirt as she found a chair and moved it. I turned around; she wrapped her hands around me, and pulled me closer. I showed her how to retract my foreskin, that got her very aroused. She fondled my testicles too, but I think, purely out of courtesy. Her retraction “practices” turned into a full-blown hand-job. We found out that I like to have my nuts pressed into my body. Hence, we changed positions with my dick in the sink and my balls pressing against the sink’s edge. Sarah pinned me to the sink with her body. Her right hand was on my.