”The more he went on the more you played with my dick getting it hard again.“I want his ass out of there as soon as my mom gets home”.“UMHM”...you mumble as you take my hardening dick back into your mouth.“Good…” and with that he hung up the phone.As I started to speak you just shook your head and you slid my dick deeper into your mouth. It seemed that his shitty behavior made you go crazy. As you suck on my dick you position your pussy over my mouth and set it down.I knew what to do and started. .. naked ... with my father?” she demanded hotly.I was thinking a little more clearly now. I was still jangled, but Chrissy and I had had innumerable arguments in the past, and I knew how to argue with her.“Me? I think the question here is what are you doing in bed, naked, with your father?” I suggested.She blinked and the anger in her cheeks paled.“Oh shit,” she said.Mr. C. got up on one elbow. He looked at both of us.“I know I shouldn’t say this, at least not right now, but you have no idea. Then I sat down next to her. She suddelnly put my head on my shoulder and continued sobbing. I slowly moved my hand to her shoulder and held her.We sat like that for about 10 mins not speaking anything the she slowly raised her head from my shoulder and her face was very close to me. I looked into her eyes and saw a rare hunger in her eyes. It was as if she was saying something. I just kept looking at her face which was just a few inches away from me. I noticed a strange expression on her. There is an American who comes here often. His name is Art. He is not a sea trader but rather a man with many corporations. When he lands, I am waiting for him and my guardian mother assures that I am dressed especially effeminate and with proper jewelry and some makeup on my face and rose powder coloring my lips. He is greatly aroused by especially effeminate boys.While others tote his bags, elders lead us to a thatched hut near the beach and immediately upon entering, I kneel before Art and.