“Jeans and panties down. I want to see if your pussy’s wet.” “Don’t be silly. I’m not pulling my panties down.”She smiled. “Listen, De...i, I know I’m coming on kinda heavy with you, but I’m trying to be helpful, honest. That requires you to accept what your needs are, and denial isn’t going to help. So, pull the panties down or go home and we’ll pretend this conversation never took place.” I stared at her. She didn’t seem threatening and she was a woman, after all. It surely couldn’t be any. ”I sighed, “I’m not surprised. Anyway, it would appear that there are some, well, discrepancies in our family history. Namely, that you might not be who you say you are.”He paused, and I heard an intake of breath. “Son, what EXACTLY did he say?”“That they could find no record of anyone named Ray Adams being admitted to Russia and, more importantly, could not find a birth certificate for you.”“Oh hell! This is what I was worried about. I need to make some phone calls. Do NOT say anything to him,. She was teasing my thighs with my toes as her knee rested on my rod above my boxer. She started squeezing my cock with her knee while her left hand was busy playing with my nipples. She had played with my nipples earlier when she massaged me but today it was totally different.She was kissing and licking my neck and slowly moving down came near to my right nipple. She kissed my nipple and then started sucking while pressing her breasts against my hand. I got the signal. She wanted me to touch. Then Diego's other hand cupped Everett's ass. Now he was pressing both teenagers' naked bodies snug against each other. "I want to see you fuck your bitch now, white boy. Let's see a good, hard fucking. I want you to make it rough and nasty, got it? Or I might just have the Boss do something REALLY sick and nasty to your girl while we make you watch. What do you say?" OH my god, please stop. Okay, okay! I'll do whatever you want," Everett stammered. He guided Trisha over to the decrepit-looking.