He had his legs crossed in an effort to hide a growing hard-on.Sharon noticed this of course… she thought, maybe she should say something now, she c...uld take him in the kitchen and talk to him, but for reason she didn’t quite understand, she held back and just watched them. She found it strangely exciting to watch her 18-year-old son trying to peek under his little s(i)ster’s skirt. Misty, like all young teenage girls was quite careless in her posture sometimes, paying no attention to how much. “And now that I have you, I’m not letting you go for a very long time Hanna. You are going to fulfill all my desires and even some of your own before I decide to free you.” With those words, his mouth took hers in fury and hunger. He was an expert at controlling her with his kiss. His lips and tongue ravaged hers, forcing her to comply. Hanna whimpered at his barely leashed control. She was drowning in his lust. She tried to turn her head, tried to fight him off but could not. She was. ‘Indeed, so tell me how many was it in the end?’My nipples hardened as I remembered His voice taking on a commanding tone that made me want to do exactly what He said.‘I don’t what you mean’, I write back, trying to play innocent as I feel myself getting more turned on.‘Oh really, well I’m pretty sure that I counted 3’.Oh, He was good. Then again, I wasn’t exactly subtle when I came.‘Maybe...’‘Well I guess we will have to do better next time’My mind went into overdrive, recalling how His voice. Anytime you want to play a little game of pick up, let me know, I’d love to have you on my team.” He smiled a gorgeous smile and Ernesto looked up and then down, his eyes resting on the crotch directly eye level in front of him. “Your mom named you Flex,” Ernesto asked, trying to sound aloof but still out of breath and doing his best not to show it. “My pops named me Eugene, Jr. but I’ll beat somebody’s ass if they call me that. So it’s Flex.” They both laughed. “Yeah, my name is Ernesto.