"He slipped his own trunks on and followed her out of the room, but she could see by the look in his eyes that he was thinking about what she had told...him. In a way she was glad he had not asked her the same questions she had asked him, or she would have been forced to tell him that she was fucking her dad, and planned on continuing to fuck her dad whenever she could. It didn't mean she loved Chris any less, she just happened to love her father and loved fucking him and his gigantic cock.As. I went to the washroom and had a quick bath, removed my shirt off and wore other shorts.Sharon was seated on the couch in her sleeveless pink top and her pink panty with her legs crossed. I moved to my room and started playing on my mobile. Maybe after an hour later, Sharon rushed to the room. I was laying down on the bed and she sat beside me. The top gave away half of her boobs, her nipple impression was visible. I placed my hand on her boobs and asked, “Where is your bra?” She then sat on me. "No!" I shouted.She stared at me for a few seconds. I couldn't read her at all. She looked at her watch again."It's getting late." She says. "I don't think you're trying hard enough." She says with my protests ignored."I guess I'm not as hot as the Mom in the movie, huh? Maybe you should watch the movie a little more. I'm sure that will help." She said as she moved out the way of the television."Mom?"Her eyes narrowed again, "What?"There was a long awkward silence. "You're going to sit there. Suddenly he cracked up. Laughing out loud. In a way it was ridiculous.Him being afraid of a few people looking his way. It is not like theycould get into the shop and harass him. His eyes fell on the dais infront of the large shop window. The back of his mind whispered a dare tohim. To be proud and to step up onto the center stage. Showing the worldhe wasn't afraid.As he set foot on the first step of the small stairs to the dais doubtcrept into his mind. Was this really a good idea? As he.