’ Troy nodded again. ‘I’ll get dressed,’ he said pulling down his swimming trunks from the beach visit. Maria gasped and stared at the tool da...ngling between his legs. Troy registered this and reached for his smoking jacket to cover up. ‘Oh, God, I’m sorry, Maria! All of the other women in this room have seen me nude many times and I’m just used to getting undressed in front of them.’ He grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom to dress. ‘You gonna be ok while I’m gone, Mistress?’ He. I was hard to accept the fact that he died. The rumor was that he had a massive heart attack in bed, while fucking three 18 year olds. Everyone else was so ashamed and embarrassed, but I hoped the rumor was true. The old guy deserved to die happy.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear most of the reading of the will. But I perked up when I heard my name mentioned. "And to my nephew, Ben, I leave the contents of this envelope." The lawyer handed me a large manilla envelope. I was a. If you can't get it from Brad, get it someplace else."Amy rolled her eyes and again listened to the older woman's argument, still refusing even to entertain the idea that fucking around on her husband was the answer. Patiently, she waited for her to finish as she buttered another slice of toast."And anyway," Betty was saying, "maybe Brad is spreading himself a little thin these days. That could be the answer." He'd never do anything like that," Amy said. "Neither of us have... " Maybe you. He liked me to beg for it. Sometimes Iwould beg, or he would tell me, to go into the kitchen and bend over onto thecounter and he would fuck me hard from behind. All in all this was an extremely sexual man and I wanted himso much I was willing to do what he told me to do. I would readily admitto being a slut, bitch in heat, dirty whore, etc. without even beingcoached. We eventually drifted apart as our lives went separate ways, butI can still get wet just thinking about him. Miss Peach?s.