I wasn't snooping, but the message popped up so I read it.I gasped.Get over here and suck my cock, faggot.What the fuck?My son was no Faggot.. a word ... hated for its derogatory associations. He was the starting quarterback of his high school football team, he'd been offered full ride scholarships to a dozen big name schools, and was dating, as stereotypical as you can get, his high school's head cheerleader (yes, she was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell).He must have been wrongfully. I can feel Emmy’s crotch start to move back and forward over mine, rolling my cock back and forth in my panties. We moan into each other's mouth at the pleasure. She is clearly trying to warm me up with the friction of her pussy rubbing over my cock.She stops kissing me and puts her lips to me ear and whispers, “Are you getting any warmer yet, my little panty lover.” She breathes into my ear.“Not quite yet,” I cheekily say, hoping it will spur her on to rub me further with her crotch.Emmy pulls. The first door I passed looked like an adults' room and I assumed the first door on my left must be hers. The door was pushed partly shut but was still slightly ajar so that I could see inside without much difficulty. Curiosity really had the best of me -- what was I even thinking going down the hall in my date's house when she was supposedly still getting dressed? I knew exactly what I was doing -- I was hoping against hope that I'd catch Melissa in some stage of disrobing. She had an. I could feel a tension in the house when I arrived home. When I asked I was told that several days before I arrived home, Anatoli got very possessive of Babs and wanted her for himself. He tried to convince her to leave me and marry him. When she refused he got angry so she told him to leave and never come back. He grabbed her violently and that’s when Babs found out that our housekeeper/babysitter was a martial arts expert of some kind. Babs told me that in a matter of seconds, Becca flattened.