Der Biker war zwei Wochen zuvor nach einem Motorradunfall hier gelandet und hatte sich mit einer falschen Krankenversicherungskarte und Identität aus...ewiesen. Er hatte guten Grund dazu, da die Polizei ihn suchte. Seine Kumpels hatten das gestohlene Motorrad, mit dem er auf freier Strasse verunglückt war, vorher weggeschafft und ihn vor der Krankenhaustür abgeladen. Obwohl ihm bisher niemand auf die Schliche gekommen war (er hatte behauptet, er sei angefahren worden!!), wurde ihm die Sache. He gasped as he looked at her, her hand sneaking down to rub her clit as she sucked on the rubber plug and looked straight into his eyes. This was far exceeding what he had expected this day to be like, and to think he almost didn’t tell her about his desires. She moved closer to his face as he still stood on all fours; she lifted one of her feet onto the bed so that her pussy was spread open inches from his face and slowly inserted the plug into her sopping wet slit. He could smell her juices. He had made love to his own father!! Still as he looked up into his father's face above him he felt a twinge more than the love of a son for his father. How could anything ever be the same, even if he could get back to his own body. How could he ever look at his father the same way again? He just needed to have his father off of him right now. The problem was how to do so without hurting his feelings or arousing his suspicions. He gave his father a quick peck on his lips saying, "John, honey?. He pulled the petticoat string with his hands and it was on the floor. I was standing in my bra and panty like a slut in front of amit.He placed his hands on my ass and started kissing me on my lips. I was getting wet by his touch, we were in a lip lock that someone openend the door suddenly and put on the lights.Me and amit were shocked , I was standing in my hot bra and panty and in a sexual way , kissing him on lips. It was Rahul inside, I suddenly pulled the bedsheet and covered my body so.