” “Keep your bed room for appearances sake,” I told her. “If we have friends over, make it look lived in. If we change it to a guest ro...m, people will wonder.” “That sounds fine with me, Dad. Now you just lie here, and I’ll get some aspirin and an ice bag for your hangover. Relax, Dad. I’m going to start taking care of you right now.” As my daughter walked out of what was to become our bed room, I admired the way her hair flowed down her softly rounded shoulders, the turn of. Then, out of morbid curiosity she decided to sniff them. She immediately recognized the smell of fresh cum. Her face went flush as it occurred to her that her son was the only man in the house. Why would he be jerking off into her panties, she thought. Diane decided not to say anything about it. Over the next few days, Diane had payed close attention to her son. She had noticed a few things that were peculiar. She caught him looking at her tits and ass several times. She. He had a slender build, his chest smooth and hairless, with a few stray hairs sprouting from under his navel leading downward with the promise of more to follow. Already Paul had a prominent bulge in his jeans that Cathy easily found and rubbed hard with her right hand.Paul repositioned the two of them so that he was behind Cathy, who was only a couple of feet away from Rose. Rose's heart was now racing at a frightening pace as Paul reached from behind and ever so slowly lifted the bottom of. ” “Let’s get her blouse off,” Rich urged his buddy, “I want to see her tits.” Steve pressed up against Miss Trottle, who was still bent over the desk, and helped Rich pull off her white blouse. “Careful!” Miss Trottle warned, “That’s a delicate blouse.” “Oh yeah, we’ll be careful.” Steve promised. “As long as you treat us nice.” “Yeah, really nice,” urged Rich. “Like Steve said, show us you’re not a prick-tease. Show us you want it, that’s why you were drinking beers with us and parading.