I smiled as he grabbed my doorknob. He turned it, opened the door, and thrust his head in. “Did you need anyt...”His words trailed off as he stare... at my budding, underage titties. His jaw dropped, his eyes bulging while his cheeks went scarlet.I let him stare for one wonderful second. Then I gasped, “Daddy!” Squealing, I “covered” my breasts, my hands not hiding my nipples at all. “Get out of here! I’m naked! Why didn’t you knock?”He jerked his head back, slamming my door shut so hard the. I set my cell phone on the table and set it to video tape what is about to happen. Kim is so buzzed that she doesn't notice that I was recording her. I stand in front of the window while Kim crouches down below the glass. No one can see her blowing me and I have a clear view of the parking lot. While Kim kneels in front of me I start talking to her about how I would like her to give me a good blow job. "Kim, take my dick in as far as you can. Let the head hit the back of your mouth and twirl. Misty and the strange woman looked down as Dylan's shirt and shorts beganto meld together, his sleeves receding to above his shoulders, his shortselongating until they were halfway down his legs. "Is that a skirt?"Misty finally managed to ask as the skirt began to take on a green andsliver color scheme."Why of course!" the strange woman grinned. "Cheerleaders always wearskirts!"Dylan let out a cry and his hands shot down to his groin. "Not that!" hecried as he desperately tried to the reason. “What do you mean?”Letting his hand go she takes a seat and picks up the controller. Hitting continue she picks up where he left off and begins chain sawing animated zombies. “She’s being selfish.” After clearing a section of the game she passes the controller. “Here, I want to watch you play. Is Sandra here?”“No, she went to the store something about brats and Jacks Daniels.” Robin scoots closer, rests a hand on his thigh, and nibbles at his earlobe. “Funny, that’s where I was.