Near the end of two weeks, I even caught the preacher himself alone in Jaimie's room sniffing her worn panties and jacking off his little pecker over ...er bra, but that is another story for later!My favorite two masturbation recordings, other than her at night in the middle of the night waking up and catching her with the IR video fingering and working herself to orgasm, but by far the best and BEST blackmail video was one afternoon. It was a Sunday afternoon and the preacher and his wife went. The frequent joints moving up the row helped a lot, as did the bottle of tequila we had smuggled in.When the concert finally ended, I had a horny blond bombshell to deal with. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, so we parked. It had almost felt like I was raped.She acted like she had never heard of foreplay. Before I knew what was happening her sweater was around her neck and her short skirt was playing parachute over my bare waist as she rode me hard. When I was her age the sight alone would. Ken thought he caught a hint of a smile darting enigmatically across those delightful lips. If so, it was gone now and she was all seriousness.?Do I look masculine to you, Ken ? Am I roo muscly ?? and as she spoke she hitched up her already very short dress up to reveal more of her magnificent sprinter’s thighs.?Er? no, Taneisha?? Ken stammered. He couldn’t take his eyes off those thighs.?Do you think I’m pretty, Ken ???Er? yes, of course, Taneisha? you’re gorgeous !? blurted Ken. As soon as. I smothered a sudden urge to giggle as I looked from my towering father to my petite and commanding mother. She was waggling her finger under his nose, as I had seen a thousand times before. She sniffed and turned towards me, her eyes betraying her suppressed mirth. Then they both held their arms out to me. Three steps and I was wrapped in my parents’ embrace. I finally managed to regain my voice as I looked at them both. ‘How… what… I mean… Mother, Father… what are you doing here?’ ‘Getting.