Sis too, but I was closer to him, and maybe hornier. A word, a look, a drink, a soft touch, and soon Sis knew that it was time for her to pay attentio... to the man on the other side of her.He and I went back to my place. His hand had been in my lap as he drove, warming up my pussy through my jeans. My head told me to insist that he drive with both hands, that it was too early for my daughter to become an orphan. But my pussy told me to open the top button of my jeans, and quickly his hand was. One day I went to home to pick up some item to the shop.While passing I saw my mother washing the dress. I can see her boobs. That day my desire became unbearable. That day night when my father was out. I called my mother. She came from the kitchen. I made her sit and talked her about my sex problems.Mother said please wait son you will get a girl. I asked her what if I don’t ?She became silent. Then I presented my real problem.Mother only you can help me now. Please help me.Mother : how can I. Stocky, but not 'fat.' I watched as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out through his briefs. He was already partly erect, and I liked what I saw! He started to give his cock some strokes to make it harder, but I told him I'd take it from there; so he sidled up the hole, and hung it over the edge. I took it from there!"I 'aint ever been to a glory hole before," I heard him say through the plywood divider panel.I paused, letting his already hard cock slip out of my mouth for a moment,. ”She was looking at him in horror, understanding what he was saying, that this thing was likely to force an orgasm right on the stage.He went on, “So you see, my little slut, Shanice, you have complete control of it. I have no way to do anything with it. If dancing and stripping on my stage doesn’t turn you on at all, you have nothin' to worry about, you’ll never even know it’s there… But, if on the other hand… “ He let that statement just hang there, knowing what it was probably doing to.