Then there was the usual questioning of how I met Dean and how long we’ve known each other; until they realize that I must be tired coming from work...and all. I said yes I’m tired, but I’ll wait for Dean. I couldn’t tell them that this will only be my second meeting with their son. I met Dean in a chat-room (yes I know that’s dangerous), but this was different- so much more. The thing is, we kept on missing each other- when I was on; he was off- but somehow that never stopped us from leaving. That night in bed Tony found himself with a raging hard-on. It was not every day you got to watch a very sexy girl try on equally sexy clothes, and be rewarded with a tender kiss.That brief glimpse he’d caught of her in her underwear — he was tantalized by the memory, of that smooth, narrow tummy, the alluring curve of her navel, the silky elegance of her thighs. He wondered what she was doing with the lingerie she’d bought. He felt like he would give anything to see her nude. He had searched. Bring it over here and fuck me hard. Slave, you stay there on your knees and watch. I better not see a finger on your cock you worthless piece of shit. Steve walked over to her and lifted part of the latex dress up that clung to her skin, revealing her shaved pussy. She had clearly enjoyed watching me as she was already very wet. His cock slid in without any problem. Mm, its about time I got a big one in me. This worm isnt worth fucking. I had to go get me a big fuckin black cock. You love. My ... God ... you're alive!" Well ... yes, I am," Molly replied laconically."OH ... MY ... GOD!" Aunt Ellen thundered. "John! Molly's alive! She's on the phone!" Aunt Ellen?" Molly said, trying to catch her frantic aunt's attention again. It took a minute before her aunt calmed down enough to listen."Where are you?" Aunt Ellen demanded. "What happened that you missed the last bus? Are you safe? Do you know where your father and brother are?" Slow down, please," Molly inserted. "I'm fine. I'm.