Heordered another beer. He finished the sandwich along with the beer, left a tip on the table andheaded back toward the brownstone. Anthony had this m...ld inkling that hewas being watched. He turned around several times; looking for someonebut recognized no one.He reached for the brownstone's door knob and found it unlocked. Heremembered locking the door and placing the key inside his bra for safekeeping. How could the door be unlocked? Anthony's rock hard dick melted.Both Charlotte and Denise. “She was a whore. If that’s what you have planned for me, I’m nobody’s whore, not even yours,” Hellen snapped hatefully.“How dare you talk to me that way!” her father said, as he slapped his daughter hard across the face--almost knocking her down. As she staggered back, he slapped her again, her legs buckled, and she hit the floor sobbing.“Please dad. No,” Hellen sobbed.Aaron got ahold of Hellen’s long hair and pulled his stunned daughter to her feet as he said, “You’ll damn well do what you’re. "Do me a favor honey and look out into the living room and take a really good look at your dad."I did what she wanted and what I saw was a forty year old man with a beer belly sitting in front of the TV with a beer in his hand and a half a dozen empties on the floor. Don't get me wrong here, I love my dad and I'm not disparaging him, I'm just stating what I saw. I went back into the kitchen and my mom told me to sit down. She opened the scrapbook, pointed at a picture and told me to look at. The sweat was running off my forehead and my shirt was drenched with sweat so that, in the end, I took it off. I was still trying to get a print off when my mate reached out and touched my nipples. Then he move towards me and put his lips on one of them. He was flicking his tongue over it and at the same time he had worked his hand inside my shorts. Once his fingers touched my cock, it was up like a rocket. He then eased my shorts and pants down. I was not going to sit there and let him have.