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CHAPTER 20 2014: The Papa Bear's "Special Friend" The same evening that Alex was losing his virginity to his grandmother--and then right afterwards, "doing" his own mother for the first time--John had traveled down to visit an old, dear friend of his. John pressed the doorbell, and then knocked three times on the front door of the lavish, two-story home. An older man came to the door, and the two embraced strongly, making it obvious to anyone seeing them, that they were indeed very close friends. "John, how the hell are you fetish doin', my friend? I haven't seen you in such a long time. Come on in. Let's blonde catch up on things," the small tits man of the house said. He spoke with a thick southern drawl, and had all the charm of a true southern gentleman. "Hi, Edward. I'm sure pussy glad you invited me over tonight. I really need this. I've been missing our little 'get-togethers' too," John replied, and stepped into Edward's house. Edward Chadwick closed the front door behind him, and led John to the family room, where they both plopped down onto the sofa. "Hi, John. I haven't seen you in a while," a voice called out from somewhere else in the house. "Hi, Chasni. How have you been doing?" John politely replied in a fairly loud voice. "Fine, and you?" Chasni called back from some other room in the house. Chasni was Edward's wife. They had only been married for a few years. And at age 39, Chasni Chadwick was a knock-dead gorgeous, exotic-looking woman who was easily young enough to be Ed's daughter, instead of his wife. And she could have easily passed for an ex-Playboy Bunny, even though she had never done any modeling before. But she was tall and lanky, and could have been a model, had she wanted to. Chasni had striking powder-blue eyes, pale white perfectly-colored skin, and long almost-jet-black straight hair that came half-way down her back. She was part Latvian and part British. And to top it all off, Chasni was raised in London, and spoke with a delightful-sounding British accent that road on top of her silky-smooth feminine voice. John was now 63 years old, and Ed was 64. And they had known each other for many, many years. John turned to Ed, and quietly whispered, "I thought you said that she'd be out of the house tonight." "I did ," Ed quickly whispered back, "But she decided to stay. So I made her promise to leave us alone, and not bother us, while we're havin' our masturbating 'boy's night' together." "Oh, I'm doing pretty good, I guess," John loudly answered back to Chasni. "Well, did you bring 'em with you?" Ed whispered to John. "Yes," John whispered right back, patting his pants pocket, and then asked, "Do you have what you promised me?" "Of course," Ed quietly replied, with a big grin on this face. Chasni came into the family room, and exchanged Hollywood actress-style hugs and cheek air-kisses with John, and then with her husband. Jeff. His hands circled my waist quickly and he lifted me off the bench and I quickly realised he was much stronger for an older man than I thought. Determined to heighten her pleasure and tease her fetish I stop. My entire body stiffened as my orgasm tore through me. I was lost in small tits complete orgasmic bliss, I saw spots and my vision became dark and narrow. "That seats the best one!" The staff were so attentive to her. I pussy began pumping my cock harder and harder, and you could hear my balls slapping off her ass cheeks. Not that the see-through dress was covering much, but at first glance I looked quite normal. “Oh, believe me we will but I’ve got to go now, you can text me anytime if you call and I can’t talk I’ll call back as soon as I’m able. Finally he gave up and pulled out of her cunt so he could slam his cock into her ass. “Do you wanna?” Ashley asked, smiling. “Shit!” whimpered the old guy, his chest masturbating rising. He began chewing on the nub as he carried her over to the bed. I want blonde to comfort her, and I desperately want to receive some contact myself from another human who does not intend cruelty, but without being able to explain that my intentions are kind I can do nothing but inch gradually into her space.