She moves around more and her leg moves up and hits my hard-on. Her eyes get big and she has a devilish smile on her face saying; "Ooooh! Somebody's r...ady! " I look back at her, smiling, and say; " That's all your falt! " She moves her right hand down the sheets and grabs onto what was hitting her leg. She moves her hand up and down my shaft, smiling devilishly, and says; " But Daddy! I'm a good girl! " (giggles) I love the way she is moving her tender young hand up and down my shaft and her. With a casual glimpse down at the passenger's notebook--which was labeled with the name 'Richter'--the conductor caught sign of what looked to be some cyber-leg designs. Was he inventing something? Even if so, the conductor didn't care enough to try to get a better look; it wasn't like he was smart enough to steal the blueprints and pass them off as his own, anyway.As the train slowed to a crawl, rearing into the station, the chugging, grinding sound of the wheels that had drowned out most. I took down both his jeans and his shorts, once his cock was free it popped up. I was eye level with it and at the time I thought it was the most marvelous thing I had seen in a while. My hand move up and wrapped itself around the base of his cock and I started stoking all seven inches of cock. Betty joined me in front of Roger watching, smiling. “Go for it.” Betty whispered. After a quick glance at Betty I took my son into my mouth. Sucking, licking, letting him fuck my mouth. Every once in a. Taking her hand, I began to lead her upstairs, but Brenda had other ideas. She turned me, and led us both to the kitchen counter, overlooking the back yard, and some of Ben and Linda’s yard as well. She turned to me, loosened the bathrobe tie, and shrugged herself naked. Kneeling, she removed my rumpled dress pants, and sucked my prod into her mouth. She laved my tool with her tongue for a moment, and drew herself the length of my swelling cock, noting “I really like her taste, on you. She and.