"Sorry man, but I gotta jerk a load out right here. Fuck I wish your sister was home."Watching Scott slowly stroke his enormous member, I worked up th... courage, "Ryan's not here, but I am. Can I touch it, dude?" Why the fuck not?" Scott grunted, tugging his big, hairy balls through the fly of his jeans. "Hell, you're Ryan's twin brother, it'd almost be like her jacking me off."Falling to my knees in front of this strapping stud, I reached out a tentative hand and gingerly wrapped my fingers. Mom finally quit and started rubbing her ass."Does baby, want mommy to make it better?" Mom teased rubbing and groping her big ass cheeks."Yes (sob) mommy, please make it better." She begged.Mother took her time groping the ass cheeks and then working her way to her asshole starting pushing her finger in and out while Grace was still sobbing and moaning at the same time. I had came twice in Paul mouth, so I laid on my stomach and had him lick my ass so I could watch more.Pretty soon, Grace had. I could actually feel his hard cock pressing against my butt and my own dick inflating like one of those blowup thingamajigs you rent out for a kid’s party. His left hand pressing against my backbone felt like it was radiating heat and his right hand had slipped off my eyes, resting around my throat as if he was going to snap my neck if I made a false move. His warm breath on the back of my neck was giving me goosebumps all over and I felt an irresistible urge to pinch my nipples but I resisted. She was a professional dominatrix, no kidding, and her kid sister raced a Honda. The second Cal saw her he was lost, and I left him there to play tonsil-hockey. The 350 had a crowd around it, unusually mixed in gender. I nodded to a few people I knew and worked my way to the hood. The engine had been tweaked, it looked like a 428 standard racing 8 cylinder, intake super clean, and, surprise, surprise, a super-charger. If he put in a Hemi it might take mine. The engine was sexy, the body well.