They hurt, my eyeballs, stinging.I closed them again.'Where am I?' is such a cliche, but sometimes it fit the situation.Let's review. I was in bed, bu... it wasn't my bed. It didn't feel right. Besides, the ceiling was green. Puke green. Who would paint their ceiling puke green? It was hard to concentrate.My shoulder itched.I decided that was more important than where I was. I lifted my hand. It felt funny and I couldn't wiggle my fingers. I reached up to scratch my shoulder... "Oh, God!" I. "I get to take it off," she insisted.She leaned toward me and swung her knee over my lap, facing me. She raised herself up, kneeled over my lap so her tits were right in front of my face. She reached down with her hands, took hold of the bottom of my jersey at each of my sides and pulled it up and over my head. She threw it at the door. "That's the last I'll have to see of that," she said.The sexual tension was palpable between us. She reached over and grabbed the bottle of tequila and the shot. Janice – Oh Jason youre horrible – she didnt even look that uncomfortable anymore with no underwear on and I was loving the view of her hard nipples in that tight white top Dad – Thanks son yeah I could use your help this trip was sprung on me last minute almost like it came straight from the top you know. Jason – Oh I know exactly what you mean dad lets go see what you should pack. In my parents room me and my dad started going through what clothes he would need on the trip. My dad was a. " he hummed while sucking my dick.------------------------ The vibrations of him humming that felt so good as well.------------------------"Are you about to cum?" he asked, taking my soaked dick out of his mouth.------------------------"I'm getting closer, but I'm not quite there yet." I said.------------------------ .