"Seventeen." And she owns that mansion?"Now everyone was looking at her."Oh, that," she said, embarrassed. "Uh, that's not actually our place. The guy...who owns it took in Ari and me. He's kind of a philanthropist."She'd thrown in that last comment, because well ... saying that he was her High Priest didn't seem like a good idea. The word philanthropist evoked the image of an old man, so that should redirect any rumors that this conversation was sure to generate.The movie was just as awesome. The harness took on the look of a teardrop as it surrounded her body. Her legs would hang free with the front/rear chain supported her groin, the chain pressing painfully into her vagina and anus. The other chains gathered tightly to Tink scratching and gouging her body as she whimpered in pain and delight. Tink wondered if she would be rendered unconscious from the mixed sensations from her body and from her still burning nipple. Suddenly, Tink heard the sounds of her master approaching and. ” Relenting, Kyle stepped toward her; they held hands and began dancing, but he kept a distance between them. However, this whole thing was an experiment for Krystal; she had twerked her ass on him because she wanted to see if he would get hard, if she might have a chance of finally feeling her dad’s stiff cock inside her. So as they began slow dancing, she wrapped her arms around Kyle’s back and pulled him close; she pushed her hips into his....and there it was. Her own father had a hard-on. My wife was on her knees, jacking her son off, saying," I cant believe Im doing this." Few minutes later,her son was groaning, as I saw her head begin to move, back and forth. From the sounds of her slurping, and him moaning, she was sucking him pretty good. " Oh yea!! mmm thats it! Suck that dick mom! OOOOOOOOO you fucking whore!" She must have like it cause her head got faster and she was making gagging sounds, from throating his dick. I was rubbing my bulge and squeezing it, watching them..