Her tits were equal to the heavy duty bra she wore. Their seven year old daughter slipped past me, hollering to another kid across the parkway about s...aying the night."Hi, Pam." Hi, yourself. Come on in."Rob sat in his large brown arm chair, a drink in hand, but rose as soon as I walked in. "Want a beer?" he asked on the way to the kitchen."We're gonna try something different tonight," Pam said at my shoulder. "I want to play strip 'Clue'."I raised an eyebrow but nodded. Rob came back carrying. He heard keys in the front door and voices laughing. The phantom lover withdrew into the mirror immediately leaving his bodice unripped. The little girl, the Mary Pickford girl threatened to leave him too as he stood wobbling in his heels on the thick pile carpeting. It was Sharon. Sharon and someone else. He rushed unsteadily to the bedroom door and cracked it to see Sharon embracing a young man in the door way, obviously continuing the kisses that they had enjoyed in the back of a cab. Sharon. I never told Kurt I'd screwed his mom. And he had a thing for his step-sister, though Janice seemed a little weirded out that she had sex with him.Or maybe she just liked his mother more.I retreated into Dona's room, right next door to mine and nearly identical to it save for the personal possessions decorating the room and the color of the comforter. Hers was a bright scarlet versus my light blue. I headed to the bed and flopped down on it, wet dick smacking into my belly and throbbing. I. "I guess maybe five, five and a half inches." Patrick responded."Nice; just the right length. Is it thick or skinny?" Zeke asked."It's not very thick." Patrick answered. "Look, can we change the subject. This is making me pretty uncomfortable." My truck, my topic." Zeke chuckled. "I'd really like to get me a skinny boy to own." What do you mean 'to own'?" Patrick asked."You know; to be like my property, my own personal little sex slave." Zeke answered."Good thing slavery is i*****l in this.