Kim slowed down and stopped the car. As they jogged towards us, eagerly, Kim patted the bulge in my pants and said, 'You'll soon be able to put this t... good use, Sebastian. Trust me!''Ve are heading for the city!' declared the girl.'You're in luck, ' said Kim, so are we. You'll have to take your boots off, though. I'm very fussy about the carpet.'So, with boots and back-packs stowed in the trunk, the pair made themselves comfortable on the back seat. Hans and Greta were eager to practice their. “Err, sorry Lindzi, I umm.” I mumbled incoherently. “I said, would you care for a glass of something,” I asked. I felt sorry for him, I could see his cock was if anything harder, although, bless him he tried hard to conceal it. I wondered if I should leave them, perhaps Fleur could do something with it. And with that though I felt my nipples harden, despite the warmth of the day. Did my daughter suck his cock. My own mouth watered at the thought. No probably not, she. How old was he? Then I. "Hah, sorry Kelly, I just didn't expect you to commit to that joke that much!" I say chuckling madly as she tilts her head in confusion, my cock now poking out nearly touching her pajama pants."Commit to the joke? What joke, John?" She asks politely, putting a hand on my shoulder, getting a little closer, my cock now slightly touching her pajama pants as I flinch a little from the sudden touch. "Are you okay?" Yea, I'm fine." I blurt out. Going over the 'joke' I said before in my head. Thinking. If you enter the side door and turn toward the front, you'll pass our water heater, a big cast iron sink, Mom's washer and dryer and an old wardrobe that somebody picked up somewhere years ago. It's filled with my father's clothes, of all things. It is about two and a half feet deep, four feet wide and maybe seven feet tall. There's a shelf with a foot and a half of room above it and a rod from side to side for hanging clothes. Two sliding doors allow access to either half.The back end of the.