Need I say more brain? I know but…, Brain starts .wait a minute…., confused now he speaks again, ‘great hip for child production’ what are you...a freaking breeder? No, no, no, but you know that our man would like some children, especially now, with what happen a couple of years ago you know, brain actually makes a statement of sense (for probably the first time). Brain regains his thoughts again, first off, I’m shocked, that you actually put a coherent sentence that didn’t involve sex brain, but. He knocked on the door. The six-foot-three, slim-built, sinewy guy straightened up and his pulse quickened at the sight of Mickey in the thigh high tights and matching red-and-white-polka-dot bra & panty set. “Hey, handsome,” Mikhail beamed.“Damn! You look hot as fuck,” opined Demarco.“Thank you!”Demarco unbuckled his belt and pulled out his engorged penis. It was stiff and straining against his work pants. It felt good to be released. It yearned for attention.Mickey was happy to oblige. He. Kyle soon found himself pressed up more against Kylie’s ass than his moms. She was bouncing to the music and the movement of her ass up and down against his shorts was starting to turn him on, causing his cock to swell.Kyle wasn’t sure what to do and hoped that his sister didn’t notice his erection as she continued to bounce up and down on her toes in sync with the music. The more she bounced the more she rubbed against him and the harder he got. He tried to think of other things but the. I can't see everything as Ella's long hair covers her face, but the look on his face tells me that her wet mouth is already wrapped around his hard cock, her hand is moving, stroking him. He leans back, his cowboy hat still on and lifts his hands behind is head. I drool at his tan, muscular chest, jealous that Ella knows how to pick them.I moan softly as my fingers have slipped inside my jeans...I bite my tongue and pull my hand away, to unbutton these stupid jeans and open them wider...my hand.