I really didn't want it to stop, it felt that good. But, when I heard Mike tell Rachel to turn over so that he could do the other side, I knew that it...would probably be my turn next if Rachel agreed.I turned my head toward her and she was looking right at me with this kind of questioning look on her face. Her eyes were open wide and I could read her expression ... it said "holy shit, am I going to really do this?"I glanced over and saw the guys all just waiting for her to turn over. There was a. He takes hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up over her head and discards it beside the blanket. She looks deep into his eyes and sees a desire that matches her own. She feels a warmth of desire and passion travel all to her. She takes her soft gentle hands and takes hold of his shirt and pulls it from his warm hard body and discards it to the side. She grabs him by the face and kisses him so deeply and passionately that he gets harder and harder. He grabs her so quickly and swiftly. My black running shorts would conceal the stain of my pleasure until I got home. I crawled back out of the tunnel and headed home. As I came in view of my house, I realized I had locked myself out. Sighing, I walked up to the door to think. Right as I had bent down to look for the spare, the door opened and there stood my father, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. "Out for a run?" He asked, looking at me expectantly, almost nervous of something. "Just like every morning." I grinned back,. She pulled out a pinknylon lace half slip and asked Carl, "Would you like to try this one?"Carl stuttered, "ah, no, is the hour up yet?"She continued with a pair of pink lace panties with ruffles in the backand kept taunting Carl, "Why don't you give in to your sissy faggotdesires, you know you want to cream your panties! A faggot like youwould enjoy a pair of sissy panties like these!"Carl was teetering on starting to ooze but he still had 15 minutes to goand his stepmother was unrelenting..