She gently touched it with her other hand, unconsciously wiping her perfectly clean fingers off on her shorts. She got a good look at the head of it, ...atching with fascination as a pearly drop of almost clear fluid began forming at the very tip, where a small slit was. Without even thinking too much about it, she stroked her hand up and rubbed her thumb through it as she freed more of the shaft with the other by pushing the fabric of his boxers down.“Cassie, suck it.” he mumbled in his sleep.. You know, other than all those people you work with, youhaven't seen a whole lot of people since Mom died." I don't want to talk about that, John." But I do, Dad!" stated John emphatically. "I think you need to get outmore. You really need to meet and mingle with other people." I do not. I'm just fine," objected Howard Winthrop. "Now go to yourroom and let me apologize to Jeff and Lisa for your rudeness." I'm not going to my room this time, Dad. You need to talk about thiswith someone and I. Sherry thought it was too creepy and wouldn’t go that way. So I thought I would quietly sneak in from there and just listen to see if anything interesting was going on. I entered with my key and quietly closed the door, standing still in the semi dark while trying to hear voices. Moved forward slowly. Yes, something there, a mumbling so I crept on. The hallway ended at the door to our back room.My heart jumped! I could now hear the unmistakable sounds of sex going on and knew she had extended. "Oh, N'Kumba," I said. "N'Kumba, you Trickster."My cock stiffened as I watched breasts take shape on my chest. My fleshrebelled against me and forced itself up and forward.I reached up and touched my left breast with my right hand, as my lefthand clutched the sink for dear life."N'Kumba, forgive me. N'Kumba, let me go."My fingers brushed my nipple, and a wave, a shiver of pleasure shook me."So good," I whispered.As the pleasure radiated through my chest and down to my feet, makingtears run.