She had her eyes closed and her lips pursed as if to not make a sound.I watched mesmerized as she thrust her pelvis against her hand and I wondered if...she'd fucked herself with a finger or two like I had on the hood of my car. A groan slipped out of me and I couldn't help it, she looked too damn hot and damn it, it should be my fingers riding inside her tightness.But what I had for her was my cock instead. Did she know I was there? Did she close her eyes knowing I'd be watching her?Glen came up. She had waited until the last moment to prevent her seat mate from becoming obnoxious as he might certainly have done if she had begun squirming in her seat and rubbing the itch that the Ben Wa balls always created. She expected to do a little squirming, but thought she could hide it in the expected excitement of landing in Paris for the first time.As April slid across to her seat, she was certain that she heard a quick intake of breath and a couple of querulous sniffs. She smiled to herself at. Even when I masturbated to the i****t porn, mom or s*s had never replaced the characters on the screen in my fantasies although I have to admit that they both had the good looks and bodies to have been the stars of the porno movies themselves. However, what I did know was that I enjoyed the movies that had scenes of sex between a mother and her son or a brother fucking his sister, but didn’t consider or fantasize about such possibilities between myself and either of my female relatives.Anyway,. "What poster?" Leila asked."Moment..." Dad said and started scrolling his Smartphone."This one," he showed his phone to Leila."Oh!" She looked at the photo attentively. "I see your face is familiarfor me. My son has this poster on the wall in his room." Oh..." I managed to respond."So... Do you take this crop top?" Leila asked."Crop?..." Cropped tee." We take it," Dad said."But..." It's OK, it's not so extreme as it may look at first sight. We takeit."Sure... Dad's word was the last one. I'd.