I suppose my preconceptions were tripping me up. Tasteful curtains and a sensible bed with a dark cover. I went to the dresser and looked through the ...lothes in it. Nothing. The closet was more interesting, but a bit embarrassing. Over the racks of suits and other nice clothes, there was a shelf of videos with titles like 'Men Who Love Men, ' and 'Manly Deep Throat.' I was about to close the door when I saw something that didn't look right. All were commercial tapes except for one that didn't. Fortunately, Janice wasn’t really paying attention, and Denise had raced upstairs after leaving all of her food on the table. "Oh, you're going to do the dishes? Isn't that sweet," said Janice."It's the least I can do, sis." Good boy," she said in a ribbing sort of way.Later as I was still cleaning up, Denise bopped into the kitchen to grab a soda. She saw me wiping down the counters. "Oh, I see mom has you earning your keep," she giggled. "When you’re done I'd like you to make my bed and. Reaching between them, Laura groped for Sam’s manhood. Even through his uniform, she could feel the heat building there and just touching it that little bit made her ache to have it inside of her. Feeling Laura’s touch, Sam abandoned her breasts to explore deeper treasures. As his hand slid down her firm, athletic body, he could feel the heat radiating from her sex. He passed over it at first, teasing her as his hands glided over and past her moist need, instead going to caress her smooth inner. Years ago, Bobbi nearly drove me crazy with the flirting, the sexual invitations and the never ending perverted text messages. I'd explain to him I'm not gay, not lacking sexual gratification and not into some queer love relationship. Bobbi demanded negotiations and eventually these were the rules I made (and Bobbi agreed to) if there was to be any sex. He insisted he just wanted to be fucked, he needed my cock inside him and that I could do anything I wanted as long as I came deep in his hole.