Stroking your lower stomach with two fingers, tracing your muscles from hip to hip, slowly from left to right, just up against the only piece of pink ...ylon you were still wearing. Once I’d reached your hip bone, you felt me return. I stretched out a little further. Your stomach’s muscles flexed spasmodically and a shiver went through you when you realised the tips of my fingers weren’t on top, but just below, your little knickers. Slowly I pulled my hand back to me. You remained still and let. I watch as a guy staring like a deer in headlights is practically tackled by a pair of tight tan sweatpants and a white tee inflated with unseen breasts, peaked by hardened ethereal nipples. It's not long before his clothes start to strip off of him and come to life themselves, leaving him red-faced and naked, lying on the ground and trapped between the yummy, firm thighs of the sweatpants. I kinda envy him in a way...until I feel a tap on my shoulder. Standing in front of me is a pair of. He had called me during those weeks, but only to help him move and get settled in. He had not forced me to do anything sexual to him during that time. But I, however, felt addicted and I needed my fix. But I didn’t want to bring it up and let him know that what had occurred was actually something I liked. One day while I was helping him move in and I had arrived early and caught him walking out of the shower. I stared at his glistening cock and started licking my lips hoping for another chance. Then he closed his bedroom door and I could hear muffled voices. Mom was up too! What time was it? I heard the bathroom door and after a moment the toilet flushed and Cynthias footsteps rush into my sisters room. Oh crap my dad knew. He came out after a little while and grabbed his and moms coffee then walked back to his room. Not a word to me. Maybe I still looked asleep. My fingers were cold but my heart was beating a million miles an hour. What would my dad do? Was he mad? No, wait if my.