"No, I think that you could find lots of males, and nicely endowed ones, too; with lots of money, good looks and long hard cocks." Cylvia-!" came a ho...rrified choke at her sudden use of the lewd word."Don't be shy. It's just hen-talk between us girls." Cylvia winked at Lonnie. "Haven't you ever wanted to say a few dirty words? Let your hair down and use them the way a man does?"Lonnie hesitated, embarrassed but at the same time fuddled by the vodka and scotch enough so that it all seemed sort of. “But I was never going to let you down, Dad,” she sniffed. “You being proud of me meant more than anything in the world, It still does.”“I am proud of you,” I said softly. “I love you BabyTwoTimes.”She looked at me oddly, but when I pulled her gently to me and kissed her full on the lips, she did not resist. After a moment, she returned the affection in a reserved way.“Oh, wow,” she said as she drew away. “Fantasy alert.”“What Do you mean?” I asked, smile frozen on my face at the unexpected. Soon my dick was feeling hard and less sensitive and she told me to turn her over and fuck her deeply and as hard as I wanted to. I did and dug my dick to its hairy root over and over. She moaned quietly and moved at times while grabbing me tightly telling me she was cumming. This went on for about an hour until I built up my second climax. As I pumped her harder, I held her butt and pumped her deep and hard, trying to get my whole butt in her pussy and then I exploded another heavy load. ..çay?” “Tea, sure, no problem.” I turn on my heel and leave the room. You’re ashamed and curse yourself. You can't believe you forgot the word 'tea'. You can speak English, you always got top marks in it at school. Now, here in London, in front of your new teacher you say 'çay'. You didn't even say please. You know the English are polite and you must always mind your P’s and Q’s. While I clatter about making the tea, you wonder what I must think of you. I didn't notice at all. I'm more worried.