"I think you should call me Peter, Ben. We shouldn't be so formal" His fingertips were up under the hem of my shorts, tracing the line at the top of m... thigh made by the elastic of my panties."Yes Peter" I was excited by his touch. I moved my bottom around on the bed. He moved his hand further up under my shorts and he started caressing my hard cock through the taut cotton of my underwear."I called some friends, Ben. Remember what we talked about?" Yes Peter, very well." And if you would like. "She wants to reinstate the death penalty just for me," Tabatha said numbly. "For me!" She broke down into tears again. Jake held her against him, not saying anything.Jake didn't understand how they had gotten here, or why they had come here at all. From what little he knew of Tabatha's history, she had a knack for being in the right place at the right time. She'd saved his life, after all. He'd been shot in the head and dumped in the desert by that mutinous bastard Blacker and somehow, Tabatha. No...!"It was hopeless. Raymond was intensely aroused by the lithe, slim effeminate body, which was writhing so erotically underneath him. As he fondled his nephew's delectable little penis and testicles he nuzzled his soft neck and kissed his delightful rosebud lips. In spite of his fear and his struggles his small penis stiffened in the warm embrace of his uncle's hand. Charles felt ashamed that it was letting him down but he could not control it. His erection became harder and pre-cum seeped. Comment: He stopped the camera and walked out of the room. Once he was gone, Bec immediately stepped forward and hugged her father.Bec: I’m sorry Dad. I wanted to warn you that was coming but I couldn’t. I don’t think I could have coped with having to say all of this twice.Peter: Are you sure it was him? Are you absolutely sure?Bec: Totally, Dad. His accent was right and he looked like you and everything. And he admitted it later. You’ll hear.Peter: I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m so very.