“What do you really want, Ian. You got my wife. You got my kid. Aren’t those enough!” I said.“I want to sit down with you and the Hardys, and ...alk this out,” he said.“Sheeet!” I said, carrying out the vowel, that is not a misspelling. “You’ve lost your mind, mister. It’s all been said before and I do not want to hear it again, that’s do not!”“You have to. You’re family. Yes, your family has shit on you, but that’s over with. It’s over with even if you don’t want it to be. So... ?” he said.“So?”. Cathy could see Ivan licking his lips as he glanced in the mirror.Ivan turned the bus onto a deserted dirt road and turned the interior lights on. He drove a ways down the road. Carl in the meantime had worked Cathy's skirt up to her waist so that her white panties were in plain view. With one hand stroking her pussy through her panties he used the other to undo the buttons on her blouse. Once it was unbuttoned to her waist her pulled it out of her skirt and finished unbuttoning it. He was. You move my hand away for a bit. I pout. You tell me to be a good girl. Then check my diaper discreetly to make me smile again.Throughout the meal, as you feed me, my hand keeps finding its way back to your crotch. You allow me to play with Little Danny through your pants for a bit, but when you start to get too hard you move my hand away again. As we wait for my ice cream dessert to arrive, you finally take my hand away once more and you lean and whisper to me, “Baby, you have to stop that. ?My hips were bouncing and grinding as she worked her hand back and forth on the glans.?Finally, she slipped her hand down to my balls and grabbed them in her fingers, tugging them away from the shaft.??"They are so full, huh, baby?" Lillian said, bouncing themin her palm. "Denying you gets me so hot." Lillian rolled my scrotum up the underside of my shaft.?Then she let go of my balls and brought her fingers together, stroking my erection running them all over my now quite sensitive shaft. Back.