My Mitchell enjoys

Your dad tells me you're an MMA fighter, huh?

Well, I used to be.

I don't really know what I am now.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go check on my friends and make sure they got out okay.

Yeah. No worries, thank you.

I'll see you later.

She was not what I expected.

Granted, I hadn't spent much time with my dad over a decade, and people change.

But Mandy was cold, removed, and so much younger than my father.

What did she see in a man of 70?

What kind of get-together was she having with my dad out of town?

The days dragged on, we barely spoke.

My dad hadn't told me anything about her,

except she was an heiress to a health food store empire

and that she liked skydiving.

There was a lot of tension between us

and just wished my dad would hurry up.

Hi there.

Does this mean it's time for the oral part of the massage?

You should keep touching me.

Yeah.

You should touch me there.

I do.

Yeah.

Yeah, get it nice and light.

Now that you've gotten all relaxed.

I aim to please.

Get your legs up.

This is why you're my favorite.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Because I just bend you over and fuck you like a little bitch.

What can I say?

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