His mouth is back on mine, our tongues dancing with one another. Jason moves my panties to the side and bends his knees to enter my wet pussy; he stra...ghtens his legs and lifts me up off the ground. Holding onto his shoulders for support, I begin to match his movements, thrust for thrust. He begins to move faster, and his groans become louder and louder. Sensing what is about to happen, I bring my hand up to his head and grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back, effectively stopping. Looking at her fishnets, I realize that her nets are cuter than mine are. The bitch has garters and hitches. I got elastic doing the same trick. Oh yeah, did you notice? I’m always cross-dressing. It keeps me from stressing about looking like a twelve-year-old girl. It isn’t that bad, so don’t be so sad. Babe I’m so pretty, even the heteros give me dinero so they can blow up their tip as I’m taking a sip of their… Need I be graphic, Mr. Fantastic? Her noises so zany make me as hardheaded as. "Thank you, Ms. Literal!" he retorted, gripping me in a bear hug until I gigglingly gave in."Wanna titty fuck?" I offered."Like I'm gonna say no to that," he relented.We got out of bed and I went to the nightstand to retrieve some lube. I splashed generous amounts on my breasts, rubbing it in until they became slippery and shiny. His cock raised perceptibly to the erotic sight of my lubed titties. I got wet watching him get hard. I went over to him with the small bottle and squirted lube on. Cornwell, Katy. Would you join us for dinner? You may invite Jason, if you wish."He was up to something, was being too magnanimous. I wished we were face to face so I could read his thoughts. "I don't know, Dad. Jason is flying to Albuquerque Tuesday, which doesn't leave us much private, quality time together."He didn't respond, and the silence drew out. Dad understood the value of silence. I didn't learn how it could be used until years later. I caved."I'll speak with Jason and call you back.".