When we walked into the room, Mr. Dean was already naked, his cock rock hard. He sat in a love seat, sipping from a glass of brandy. Joy was on her knees at his feet.

She was busty, like her mother, but taller and a bit more lean. She had a stylish short haircut, featuring dark brown waves with light brown highlights, which made her cool blue eyes pop. Also like her mother, she was blessed with perfect cheekbones.

In short, she had a face you wanted to hold in your hands, stare at lovingly, and kiss passionately. Even though she was 25 and so older than I was, her...