If it wasn't for his glowing white skin, which resembled a corpse or ghost, he could be just any other man, if you dressed him in something other than...skin tight orange. And such an orange, it was so bright, so easy to see. Almost if it was ment to draw attention.This close to the caravan route, with all the bandits and warrior-kings, it wasn't the smartest plan. Even so, besides his orange skin, he had no belongings. He didn't even have a knife! He seemed to belong to no tribe or clan, as he. “No, Davy. Too tired. Too sore,” she mumbled before she fell asleep again. I slipped on some chinos and returned to the living room. My family had not moved. Dad was staring at the place Andy had been and his cock was at attention. In his mind, he was still seeing Andy naked and the thought of her body was driving him wild right now. Mom had noticed Dad, too. She was eyeing him thoughtfully.“So, everyone had a good time in Aspen?”“Great time,” Dad said. We all started talking about everything. The attention caused Casey to have feelings she had never felt before. No guy could ever treat her body even half as well as Amy did. The attention made her warm inside and excited. She could easily have an orgasm from this attention alone. Amy gently laid Casey down on the soft leather Italian couch and took the sides of her shorts pulling them down slowly. They slid effortlessly down her tanned smooth long legs. Only her white lacy little panties remained to protect her moist and hairless. But what in hell was I supposed to do if he didn't try to molest me? And if he did, how was I supposed to know if anyone was listening in and recording stuff?All of a sudden this scheme looked very, very moth-eaten.I was glad to sleep in Mom's arms again that night, not that either of us slept all that well."I have got to be out of my ever-loving mind to be letting you do this!"Mom was between my spread legs, freshening up my pube-shave. I kept my mouth shut, and my legs open."You're only.