Means I get to piss on you later." His head jerked up, his face contorted in alarm. "k**ding! I'm only k**ding." "I-" "Really, it's fine but I want to...see you hard. Make yourself hard for me." He looked so self conscious. "Come on, now is not the time to be bashful!" His hand moved hesitantly towards his genitals. "That's it, stroke your cock for me while I freshen up." As he stood there wanking in the middle of our cell, I went to the sink and washed my hands. He looked so cute and cuddly as. “Lord! Margie, you scared me out of two years growth,” she told me on recovering.“Sorry, most of those in the Clan can detect when someone is transferring to their location,” I told her. “It’s a skill that you’ll develop over time.”“I’m going to town with Joe to see about seeds for this year’s planting. We need to know what is available before we can plan what to plant and how much,” she told me. “There are some seeds in the cellar in glass jars, but I don’t know if they’re still good,” she. Seeing her hot and steamy again, I only pressed my dick against my velvety bed and came violently in the condom. I went to the wash room, peed like a shooter and cleaned myself. Within minutes I was back, covered my throbbing hard rock penis with a new Rough Rider condom, applied lubrication and adjusted my position with my legs around hers as she had already squeezed and closed them, may be because of shame, guilt or shyness (after all she is my daughter). I held my 8 inches long penis in my. "Brenda, I'm sorry. I want to make it up to you. What do you want to do? I'll do it, just tell me?" "You think you can get off by just taking me out or doing one quick thing. Well it won't work, buster. I'm pissed and hurt." "Brenda," I said, "it's only half way through Saturday. We've still got the rest of the weekend ahead. We can spend the rest of it celebrating your birthday. We can make it special."Brenda shot back, "Yah! So how!? How can we make it special?" A light glimmered. "Brenda,.