So I got even more guilty, then I talked to Dad and he kept telling me how proud he was of his son, his boy. All the time I'm sitting there with boobs...hanging off me and lying with just about every word I said. I hated that, I don't want to lie but I want to be ME, not my Dad's SON, or even his DAUGHTER. Just me, whoever that is!I had to hang up before I started crying, which would have really have been hard to explain to Dad. So I started blubbering as soon as I hung up and went to our bedroom. It's hard to—I want this." He said more gently. He looks so serious, Rob thought.With a supportive grin, Rob shrugged out of his restraint and slid down in front of Anthony‘s open legs. He “Tapped his lips around one testicle. Anthony jumped, then relaxed as Rob continued to softly fondle the sack with his mouth.“Oh yeah, that feels good." Anthony moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back.Ready for more, Rob rose and reached for the small tube on the table. Anthony looked up with. I was very bored at home as none of my friends were in town and i spent all day at home watching movies and porn.On one particular afternoon I and my mom were taking rest in the bedroom after lunch but we were not getting sleep so started talking, talking about my college. I told her about one game we played where I became the horse and carried the girls on our back and the person to hold on to this for longest time period wins. We played this game in one of our friends rented home. Listening. Either way, he didn’t care I caught them and definitely was not intimidated by me. He told me to leave...he said that even though I probably wanted to watch him fuck my girlfriend I needed to get the fuck out of the house! He called me a little pervert white boy. When I didn’t leave on my own he walked up to me and throw the first punch without warning, which knocked me back onto an end table knocking over a lamp. I was caught off guard by his aggression and strength! He then grabbed me punch.