Mom was in the kitchen and noticed how Stef had a hold of my hand. All she said was, "We have a lot of your father's birthday cake left. We need to ea... it or I'll have to throw it out."I went to the cupboard and got three plates. I took out the cake cut a small piece for mom a bigger piece for my sister and a large piece for myself. I put the cake back and got some forks for everyone.I noticed the ladies looking at me funny."What? Can't I do something nice for you two without you worried that. "I would be happy to, Mr. Johnson. My name is Leslie, by the way. Or Les." Leslie. I think I like that better. Such a strong name. Befitting someone of character." Well then, maybe you should call me Les." Nonsense. Someone who would give up a kidney for her brother definitely has character. Why don't we sit on the porch? I do believe I have some fresh lemonade in the refrigerator." Oh, please don't go to any trouble for me." Please. I rarely have guests. It's been a long time since I've had an. Hot. When Melissa looked down, I took the opportunity to grab her tank top and pull it off. Her sweet tits were bouncing with her lap dance. Song change... "Drop it like its hot" Melissa stood and as she did, some precum dribbled out of Hasan's cock. She turned toward him and looked at me over her shoulder. She slid her shorts down her legs and threw them to me. The crotch was soaking wet. She turned back to Hasan and stroked his dick, spreading the precum all over. I thought for sure this was. He smiled to himself, enjoying the view of what she was wearing, looking on as she walked to the door. Every so often her head would turn looking around, a cute little scared expression on her face. He watched as she gathered her courage and walked to the door.As she knocked at the door she couldn’t help but be a little wary, though she was on time it was exactly eight o'clock. When she knocked on the door it swung open, her smile faltered a little but as she noticed the trail of petal and the.