”Ray continues to kiss her neck and fondle her breast, and while the man does this, Zaria guides him to the sofa. She pushes him back until he falls...into the seat where she then straddles him and kisses him again.“What about Yesenia showing up unexpectantly?” he asks, looking toward the door.“She can stay at the library for hours sometimes,” the girl quickly explains it away. “Don’t worry, Daddy.”So Ray returns her kiss, letting his hands trail up from her hips, over her waist and belly to. ”His hands slid to her waist and up under her shirt to her own unfettered breasts, feeling for and squeezing her nipples slightly.“Not here,” she moaned. “Not now.”She was trying to listen, though, and Smith was saying something. She didn’t have the time to make her brother stop. And the feelings coursing through her loins at what she was witnessing made what he was doing feel wonderful too.“Shhh,” she said to the wall, even though it was she who was making the most noise. “They’re saying. He let his tongue roll across her nipples, his hands caressing the soft flesh of her breast, both working in motion with one another to shorten her breasts, raising the desires that she had… His hands continued to massage her breasts as his lips gently ran across her nipples, his tongue feeling the hardened skin and he pulled away, allowing his hands to resume the action. His fingers gently stroking the tips of her nipples as his mouth returned to her lips. He looked into her eyes, the desire. I made myself put on a mask of indifference as I asked again. ‘Where do you live? I’m taking your drunk ass home.’ He pulled out his wallet and handed it to me. I read the address and put it in my phone for GPS. With his wallet back in his pocket, I put his arm over my shoulder to help hold him steady as we walked out the side door to find his car. After aiming the automatic lock control button at over a dozen cars I finally found his. The car, or rather truck, fit him. It was a beat up black.