“Hey sis, where have you been?” Ray asked. “Just at Wendy's,” I replied. "Where's my chicken sandwich?" Ray asked. He could always make me lau...h, so I laughed for a couple seconds. "You smart ass," I replied. But of course he saw something was on my mind. “What's going on sis?” Ray asked. “Can we have a serious talk about something?” I asked as I leaned my head up. He could tell I was very serious, so he turned off the TV and gave me his full attention. “What's on your mind sis?” Ray asked.. He turned in to the bathroom to pee. I just stood there in the door way watching my sleepy boy hold his dick and let the golden flow start to run. My mind was racing, but I just stood and watched as he pissed. That boy had a big bladder and pissed a very long time. Don’t flush son, my turn, I said. He stepped back so I could move over in front of the toilet, and then he wrapped his sleepy arms around my belly and pulled himself in close. It was so cool him holding me, while I started to pee.. I slightly pinched them as I rolled them between my fingers. A soft moan escaped her lips as she leaned back planting her hands on my thighs and began grinding back and forth against my cock. As pleasurable as this felt, it started to become painful as the clothing rubbed against the underside of my cock. “What the hell are we doing still dressed?” I asked her. She paused, looked down at me and gave me a wink. She jumped off me and grabbed my hand leading me to her bedroom. Once through her. Andrew went on “As for whether you’re good at blow jobs, I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.” His attention was drawn to her lips again, this time made worse by the thought of what they might be good at. He realised he was staring and stood up to look out the window.Carla couldn’t help but be impressed by the luxuriousness of Andrew Lendon’s office. Two of the walls had windows from floor to ceiling, providing some magnificent views of London. Along another wall was a fireplace.