“Clara,” Jack whispered, “keep your senses open, for her specifically.”“Why? She’s helping us out.”“She’s Sabrina Douville.”Clara ...aised a brow. “How do you know her last name?”“High school project, to look into some of the history of Dolareido. We had to present stuff, with pictures. I did some stuff about the colonials, nothing specific. But one girl in the class, one of those types that really likes crime dramas, you know? She did her project on Sabrina Douville.”“Why ... don’t I like where. I parked my car and smoked a cigarette and waited to see what I could pick up. A car drove by with several boys in it and I waved at them. One waved back but they passed on by and I figured they weren't interested, but happily, they must have turned around because I saw their car come back and they parked next to me. They all got out and asked who I was, what school I went to, etc., etc. After some small talk, I sat on the back of my car and parted my legs slightly. I wasn't wearing any panties. Like watching tv, talking about daily stuff, revising and so on. That day my mom was also being a slut- she didn`t wear any clothes and was walking around naked. After having sex and drinking my cum, I stood up and asked my dad again about my fantasy. He thought about it and agreed.But he had a condition. Of course he had one. He wouldn`t a chance of teasing me pass by. He wanted to know how bad I wanted it to happen. It was pretty bad. he asked me to beg for it. The whole day.Yup the whole. I again agreed and told him it was difficult to keep up with her but I somehow managed. The entire scene was somewhat eerie, here I was sitting with a beautiful Mexican girl, who was rubbing all over my body, talking to a man I had just met about my and Jo Anne’s sex life and occasionally catching a glimpse of a young Mexican boy grabbing Jo Anne’s ass.Somewhere along the line, I lost sight of Jo Anne. It probably was while Lucia was probing my throat with her tongue and rubbing my cock.