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Mr. Rhoades groaned as the cop pulled him over, running a hand through his brown hair and hoping that it would be a simple ticket for speeding, then be on his way. Unfortunately, as the cop took his license and registration, and time began to pass, anxiety built up in his body, and then he was full-on freaking out as the gruff-speaking policeman told him to step out of the car. Mr. Rhoades just hoped that nothing was running down his thighs as he did what the man asked. Bent over the warm hood of his swanky-new black convertible, the cop instructed him to spread his legs and Mr. Rhoades internally groaned, feeling the warm nut spilling out of his red ravaged puffy hole!  The cop could see it running down his hairy leg and chuckled. “Well fuck me running, looks like someone had a little fun back here, huh?”  Mr. Rhoades gasped as the cop yanked down his shorts, his meaty ass bursting out into the open and crouched down behind it, shoving his face right in between his big hairy ...

"Don't turn around, don't turn around..." Mr. Rhoades mumbled to himself. He was panicking after noticing that all of his angry grinding had gotten his dick stuck in the pool jet, and now he was on the verge of cumming. He was currently trying to keep a straight face, while Mason and his friend from school--Darius--were talking and messing around. The panicked DILF was getting annoyed at both Marcus and Darius, annoyed at Darius for touching his son's chest and showering him with compliments and annoyed at Mason for letting it all happen, and also for being dressed in a pair of what looked like booty shorts and nothing else. He hated how hard he got, furiously readjusting his cock and getting the idea to hop into the pool, so he could cool off but all of that backfired, when the two moved over to the beach chairs right in front of him. It's like they wanted him to watch, while they not-so innocently flirted. Fuck I'm so close! Mr. Rhoades thought, unable t...

Photo:  TheManzana77 Mr. Rhoades tried not to get involved in his sons' business, especially Mason's, but he couldn't resist taking a look inside the package that the courier dropped off earlier that day. And it was from Sam, Mason's best friend who was widely more mature, than his young boy but was the only one out of his friends that he allowed to spend time with, within the house.  Instead the onyx black box was a piece of black, lace undergarments, a pair of underwear that the elder Rhoades was unfamiliar with, but had a itching to try on although he hurried with it, not wanting to be found by his son wearing what looked like panties over his huge hairless bum. It slipped on nicely, despite being a few sizes too small for his expansive, but impressive posterior that he had had trouble in the past with other kinds of pants and underwear. At his ass size currently, he could either wear nothing at all or a thong, maybe a jockstrap if he was feeling ballsy.  He liked th...