I tried to relax my face. I explained something to her."Cindi. You have to promise me you will never, ever bring a boy home when no adults are here. I...mean it. It's important." I knew I sounded serious. I knew from the look on her face I must have really sounded serious."Ok, Daddy. Don't go all nutzoid on me. I promise. It's no big deal; I've had him here before when no one was... I'm sorry, Daddy! Don't look at me that way! I didn't know it was such a big deal. What is it, anyway? You're. She looked up at me and without saying a word, parted her lips and lowered her open mouth over my now swollen cock! She began licking all around the head and up and down the shaft. Then she would put the entire thing in her mouth and move her tongue all over it. She put her hands on my ball sack and while sucking me off, massaged my balls and she even touched and fondled my asshole too. I glanced over at Mark and he was sitting there, naked, and jerking himself off while his sister did her. I was in uncharted waters here. "If you want to drive me back to my motel I'd appreciate it," she said. I was still confused about my feelings and I still could not she this beautiful woman as a transexual or the fact that I desperately wanted to fuck her. These two emotions clashed up to the point when we pulled into the parking lot of her motel. She invited me in for a few drinks. "Get so lonesome on the road, " she said, squeezing my hand. I was determined to remain sober so that all my. I don't know how hard I bit her. I do know where. And Jeanine did release me from that glorious death grip. She rose up on her toes, one shoulder in the pit of my stomach (which did nothing for my ability to inhale) and wailed - then fell to one side clutching one hand to her breast and the other to her crotch, twitching. Her eyes were rolled up in their sockets. The wail trailed off into moans, but the twitching continued, and I could see when I raised my head enough that her fingers pinched.