” Johnny said while openly rubbing the bulge forming in his shorts.“Johnny, Mom and Dad are home!”“So, it'll make it more exciting and I’ll ...lose the door.”After a moment Emily puts the book down. “Okay, quickie.” With that She then whips her shirt off, revealing her bare breasts. Johnny grinning pushes the door closed, then walks over to his sister’s bed, taking his shirt off on the way, oblivious to the fact the door didn't click shut and was cracking open slightly behind him.Johnny climbed. One him. Guy Bresterton was probably the most intelligent man I had ever met and I am a sucker for brightness, give me a big brain every time over a big dick. He and his mind were the reasons I went to his rooms after the luncheon party and the meeting. The second reason was why I did act like a tramp? It was, I was thinking as I drove my Porsche down the M11 towards my Dockland’s apartment, because he treated me like one. Daft reason I know, but thinking through the situation as I drove along. Thats when i remembered there was only one heater and it was way to cold in the living room for her to sleep. i noticed her going to the closet to get a couple extra blankets and i told her to take my bed i would sleep on the floor. as we headed for the bedroom she told me i didnt have to sleep on the floor that she had been hoping that i would invite her to my bed for a while now. 9 months later my son was born. 11 months after that my daughter was born. it wasnt long after that that we had. Kevin had grown into old age. He sat upon his throne with a large, grey beard and wearing the most intricately crafted attire crafted of leather made from human flesh except it was still black so you would never know. In his old age he had not grown weak or feeble but stronger than he had ever been, his muscles bulging from many years of fucking the many big boobied ladies of his castle so hard they would have died if they were not immortal. Except he had grown weak and feeble now, not because.