He wondered why he hadn’t thought of that before and immediately dismissed the thought as a waste of time.“Now to test my work,” he said to hims...lf.He concentrated, visualizing his wife, Susan. Her thoughts immediately became available to him – she was unloading the dishwasher – and he could literally read what was on her mind. She was thinking about the chores she had to complete today (it was a Saturday), calling the kids to see how they were doing, calling her mother, reminding him that they. He is facing me now. He looks really peaceful.I notice how his black eye looks even worse now, and his lips is starting to heal a little bit. I hear voices outside the room. I walk over to the door, listening. I hear the kidnappers voice, and someone else. I can't tell who it is.I turn around when I hear Danny moving.I look over my shoulder at him."Danny!" I whisper. "Someone's out there!"He looks over at me.He comes over, and puts his ear to the door.He walks back over to the bed, and beckons. This time his door was ajar. Did he mean for me to watch him? When I looked in, he was totally naked lying on his bed again but this time facing me. His legs were hanging off the bed. I walked in this time and just watched him. His head was lying back and wasn't looking at me. This sight was too much to take. I started jacking off right in front of my dad.He looked up at me and started jacking harder. Then he scotched over making room for me on the bed. I took the hint and lay down next to him.. . " And she moaned again, hand guiding the bottle in and out of her already-dicked asshole."That's what I want," Trish whispered to Roger. "That's exactly what I want!" You may have to fight her for the bottle," Roger said softly. "Looks like she's really attached to it." No, shithead!" Tricia giggled, turning around to face him. She took his prick in both hands and rubbed its big, cum-oozing knob against her belly, stroked it through the soft wet hairs of her cunt. "I'll settle for this.