This became a routine occurrence at my house. I then got bolder and begin to do the same thing every time I was at her house. Looking back I am sure s...e knew what was going on. One day I went to her house to check in and said hi and went into the bathroom. I could plainly see her nipples under her sundress. My cock was rock hard and I was stroking it furiously as she moved around the living room – apparently cleaning and picking stuff up. She bent over to pick up some papers by the sofa – which. “Oh do you, Daddy?”“Hell yeah, baby,” Les sweated profusely. “Look at that hard pussy stick you got! You like it too!”“I love it, Daddy,” wailed Ritchie as his 7-inch woody slapped against his Daddy’s big stomach.“Bounce on that dick, baby! Give it to me.”“Yes, sir! You gonna stop fucking me when you marry my cousin?”“Not if you don’t want me to.”“I don’t want you to stop. Ever.” confessed the slutty punk.“Then I won’t,” promised Les. “Oh this pussy is good!”“Yeah, Daddy! Take that. Inside were a collection of clothes that would take me from Michael to Michelle. I had thought about what Jessica had said about this being a place without judgments. “I hope you like spaghetti”, Jessica said from the kitchen when she heard my door open. Her back was turned to me, as she scooped the noodles from the pot to a nearby plate. “Oh, and I already hacked into mom and dad’s Facebook and deleted April from their friends, so hopefully, they won’t know about it until you decided to. “Y-you told me to call you a-and ask for my panties back. You t-told me n-not to…touch myself. You tol-, you told me not to wear any p-pantyh-hose or, or p- …AHH! SHIT, OH GOD!”She danced on her toes again as I yanked up on her panties. “Any pantyhose or…what, Nadine?” I released her nipple long enough to flick a fingertip against her clitoris, making her cry out, then seized the other nipple. “I didn’t quite hear that last part.”“P-PANTIES! PANTIES, SIR! AHH!” she squealed. “You told.