Cody was a stalker, a sexual predator, a rapist and a monster......it was his time to pay. Now he was alone with no idea where he was. It was a ...asement, old bare mildewed overhead rafters told him he was in an old house somewhere. The walls were old dirty concrete blocks, the tiny high windows were covered with old plywood, but he could see cracks of daylight peeking through. Behind him he could hear water dripping and the smell of "old and abondoned" filled his nose. Still, he. His tongue runs down the length of my slit, pushing inside periodically, then maddeningly pulling it back out. He begins fucking me with his tongue, slipping it in and out with a rhythmic pulsing, then darting up to circle and flick my clit. He brings me to the edge again and again, and I’m literally aching for relief when he presses his fingers into me, tapping my G-spot while his tongue continues its work. It’s liberating to be in this hotel where I can be loud and not worry about other. I left him outside.”Looking towards the kitchen, Jack shouted, “June, can you come out here?”June came out of the kitchen and saw Lisa sitting on Jack’s lap. She frowned and then glanced in the kitchen. Not trying to sound too disappointed, she said, “You’re home early.”“Your daughter needs to talk to you. I need to see what Harry is doing,” Jack said.While Lisa was climbing out of his lap, June said, “I was making some cookies.”“Cookies?” Jack asked. His thoughts immediately went to June. Based on how short and sheer some of these items were he could see why."It was probably a good idea not to parade around in front of her brother wearing such come hither garments," Grant said to himself.He rearranged the nighties and then pushed the drawer closed and headed back to his room. By the time he flopped on his bed, he was as hard as a rock and he quickly lost his jean and underwear and grabbed his teenage pole.As he stroked himself, he thought about the collection of nighties he had.