Not quite, David gets distracted

Jacob summoned the mental image of his father in his mind. Tall, broad shoulder, his greying hair and beard lending him a distinguished air.

Not for the first time Jacob felt a stab of envy, wishing that he had inherited more of those good Johnson genes. Then maybe he'd be the one drawing admiring glances from the women at church.

God, it was so unfair. David hardly seemed to try, and women practically drooled over him, even the ones young enough to be his daughters.

Just the other week, Mrs Spencer had been blatantly flirting with him, and he'd brushed it off like she was asking the time of day. Jacob knew he'd never have turned down a chance at that redhead milf. He could picture her now, hand on David's bicep, laughing as her tits strained against a too tight blouse. She was so fucking hot. If she ever came on to Jacob like that, he wouldn't hesitate, he'd be sliding his hard cock between those big sexy tit's and...

"Ahem!" The sound of his father clearing his throat chased away Jacob's fantasy about the older woman. "I think we can call this a partial success."

Jacob gapped at his father once again, the older man's voice now addressing him from Mrs Spencer's voluptuous form.