” He then leaned to one side, grabbed Marby’s nearest breast, and kissed it with a good lick. He did the same with me. “Yes, very sweet and comf...rtable cookies.”We both gave his dangly bits a light squeeze.Marbe whispered to me, “Your totally unnecessary formal interview is after dinner with Bob. He gets both of us tonight. I will tell him after dinner. Try to lead him to his room by his dick.”Dessert was ice cream and toppings served by a small Asian lady who went out of her way to press her. She licked her lips, her eyes growing glossy. I knew those signs. I saw them in my daughters’ eyes.“No, we shouldn’t do—”Cassie kissed me. Hard.I groaned, shuddering as she kissed me. Her tongue probed my mouth. She tasted so wonderfully sweet. My dick ached so badly, the tip throbbing as it rubbed against hers. Precum flowed, smearing the sticky juices on both our fleshes. My hands seized her rump, squeezing it as I kissed her back, devouring her lips.I should put a stop to this. We were on a. "Jordan sat down and Kimberly walked down the hall. It was a few minutes before she returned, wearing casual attire, but Jordan did notice that her top was pretty tight, and with her bra now on, her tits were very prominently displayed. "That's two, showin' off the girls like that. One more sign and I'm nailing this bitch." He didn't think he was so crazy for his thoughts now.She walked into the kitchen "What would you like to drink?" Soda is fine thanks."She returned and set his drink down on. For years I had all sorts of fantasies about having sex with him while I was dressed like a girl. Some were hot and raunchy, like I would be his little prostitute slave and suck his cock and take it up the ass like a good little whore. Damu, the son of my aunt Latika and uncle Prakash, was blond with blue eyes with great broad shoulders and at 18 my rural cousin was a strapping example of manhood. At six feet tall and about 165 pounds he never seemed to have any problems getting the girls in.