No matter what his sister said, he was still kind of edgy about his dad. But more than anything else, he wanted to be part of the up c...ming action. He and his old man, fucking mom and Jenny; Father and son, fucking mother and daughter, it was so awesome that Travis's mouth went dry and his heart beat faster at the idea. Sis said that the old man wasn't jealous because Travis had put the meat to mom's cunt, that he was made horny by the. Both felt icky at having messed around behind Mercedes’ back. They never did anything else until the break up occurred. During the messiness of that time, they hooked up once more. The five-foot-eleven, slender, yellowish-brown dude with overtly feminine characteristics ended up bent over the hood of a car along a deserted country road. It was late at night. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds. It began to drizzle. Demarco rammed his meat into the snug hole.“Fuck,” Demarco had barked. “I. Emily has a bad concussion. She’ll be in the hospital for a couple of days.”“Dad said the car’s totaled. That sucks.”“Yeah. I’ll get a new one. It’s just a car.”“But you loved that car!”“Yeah, but it’s still just a car. The four of us are alive. I can’t say that about the moron who changed lanes right in front of the semi, which is what caused the wreck. Fortunately, the idiot behind me who couldn’t stop his car at least slowed down enough to not kill us. I stopped in plenty of time.”“Of course. Once inside Keith turned Lara round and pressed her against the wall. He searched the depths of her eyes as his right hand stroked the errant locks of her hair from her face. The kiss was tenderness itself. As his lips moved to her neck, his hand pushed the thin strap of her dress over her shoulder. He kissed her shoulder and arm, moving an inch at a time. Lara’s head was back and her eyes shut tight, as her breathing got heavier and heavier. As he moved his mouth back onto hers the kissing was.