“Did you want to do this now? Or later.” Peter asked, his eyes noting the way she was sitting there almost as if she was on edge or worried about ...omething.Talia tried to judge his reactions, but she just barreled ahead. “Now, if we could, um, I am meeting Gwen later for a movie, remember?”It may have sounded eager, but Talia had been thinking about this all day, and she wanted to just get going. On one hand, she was dying to do his dares. Of course. But on the other hand, she really wanted to. "She returned her foot to the ground and carefully shifted her weight, to test whether she sprained her ankle. She grimaced only slightly, but after working her weight back and forth, the pain lessened."I am in luck. My ankle is only slightly strained. I do not wish to think what could have happened to me if I had hurt it seriously. Perhaps my coming down here was not the wisest of decisions."As if in response to her thought, the plaintive strains of the violin suddenly ceased."Wonderful! Now. Well 18 and 9 months. She got pregnant with me on her 18th birthday. She said that was dad's gift to her that day.When I was 18 my mom caught me masturbating out in the garage while looking at an old playboy magazine that my dad had left out there before he left.After I shot my cum onto the garage floor mom startled me by saying, “Well, well, well. Come here and let me see that thing."I thought it was weird but I went ahead and let her see my dick. There was a little cum still on the end of it. “Show us your tits cunt, let’s compare.” My father groggily turned his head to look at me, and I pushed my t-shirt up, letting my large tits fall out into the open. “Hmm …” Mr. Miller said as he pinched one of my mother’s nipples making it hard. “Pinch your nips slut we need to get a good comparison.” I raised my hands and began rubbing my tits, then pinching my nipples hard. My father’s eyes were bugging out of his head, but I realized he wasn’t looking away. He swallowed hard when Mr..