If I didn’t want to be an architect I could always do baking.”Chance can’t believe what he is hearing. His cock instantly goes from limp and dyi...g to being rock hard. He knew his sister was baking special gifts for next door, he masturbated plenty for her with the understanding it was to make sure it was potent. But she is obviously baking like crazy to make extra certain it worked.His sudden erection doesn’t go unnoticed. Rory begins rubbing his inner thigh toward his crotch. “Hmm, someone. My parents were my only example of adult sexuality, and I was scare to death of it. That doesn't mean I didn't get horny. I grew to inherit both my parent's sex drives. Sick of my mom's raping lesbianism, and spiteful of my father's lechery, it's understandable that I took to seducing little boys, before they could grow up and hurt me emotionally, like dad had mom. On my seventeenth birthday, mom baked a marvelous cake and had invited a few of the neighbors along with my friends to celebrate.. ‘It’s good to know that you have a backbone sweet Emily but if you hang up on me one more time bitch, you will be punished dearly,’ the voice threatened in not so good humor now. Was that a death threat? Even if she wanted to she didn’t know if she could hang up. She didn’t know what kind of person she was dealing with so perhaps it was best to play along with him. ‘What do you want from me?’ ‘Let me be the one to ask the questions cunt. Did you like my present?’ ‘The book?’ ‘I already know you. My hand found its way up to his chest underneath his shirt and I could feel his heart pounding as his warm breath quickened from his kisses that trailed to one of my breasts. Instead of attacking my nipple with a deliberate pinch like he usually did, his lips savored it. I could feel a light tingle on my pussy, but I wasn’t ready to let him go there, and he was in no hurry to do so. In one swift swoop, he lifted me from the couch and carried me into my bedroom where we undressed each other with.