“Two hours.” He looked back at me with those thrilled eyes, so full of expectation. He glanced at his watch–yeah, the dude still used a watch. I stepped back and pulled off my shirt, letting him get a good gander at this hot college-boy torso. Just standing there in more than I wear to the beach got him all hot and bothered and feeling naughty-naughts, all because he was fucking desperate for a sexual thrill or two. He kept swallowing his giggles and turning red.

“Daddy’s being dirty,” I whispered in his ear. He giggled more, and even more as I stepped up and fondled his dad dick through his tighty whities. “Yeahhhh.” I made a point of sounding really, really turned on. He was waiting for me as soon as I came up to the loft, his eyes eager, face flushed.