"Yes, well that didn't exactly take ESP. She turned and I felt her body melt as she molded to me, her tits firm against my chest. I guess we both want...d to feel that thing of mine pressing from another angle, because someone's hips urged forward (it was hard to tell whose). Then her breath was hot on my neck and I took her chin to raise her face. I saw a look I recognized, and of course she saw it too. The hug turned into a kiss, and that became a grope, and before we knew it the clothes were. How could she possibly go to church on Sunday and pray to the Lord if it were known that her son was fucking her and treating her like his sexual slave? God, this could ruin her marriage and all that she held dear to her.On the other hand, D had never known such excitement in her own home, and Mark had promised that no-one, least of all his father, would ever have a clue what was going on as long as she kept quiet and followed his lead in every way. Jesus, what did that mean?D had always been a. As I kept slapping it, I noticed that, not only were the dainty little lips becoming pinker, her little slit was becoming shiny and juicy and I could feel its moisture on my finger.This was turning the little bitch on!Fuck! It was turning me on too!Awestruck and horny, I started to slap her pussy harder, making audible smacking sounds now as my hand impacted against her delicate, feminine crotch.Suddenly Crista rocked up on her ass and twisted her slender thighs together as she yelled, "Ow!". As Keith's fly comes undone, his erectpenis springs into my hand, momentarily startling me. This is it, Ithink, I'm masturbating another man. I am now officially gay.'Keithosexual'. Whatever. The scary thing is, it doesn't repulse me asmuch as I thought it would. In fact, it doesn't repulse me at all...I slowly masturbate Keith's penis to full length, my heart now beatingfaster than ever, before I look deep into his eyes, smile, and duck myhead down to meet his throbbing organ.Well, this is it,.