Someone knocked the door lightly.Lost in his thought, Kevin didn't hear it at the first time. He continued visualizing his father fucking his mother. ...t took him some time to come out of his reverie and realize the knocking at the door.Pulling his shorts back in position, he stood from the bed and opened the door. Rebecca was standing at the door. She had changed to a see through nightie, so transparent that he could see that she was naked underneath."Sorry to disturb you honey." She spoke. "Okay Barbara we'll have to park someplace away from the club and sneak in from the backside of the building." We can park in that vacant lot that's only a block west of the club. I know there are some trees we can park behind and that will give us the approach we want. Are you bringing the camera?" I've got the camera taken care of. Do you know how to work a camcorder?." I'm sure I can, but why do I need to know how to use your camera. Can't you do it?" Oh I'll be busy with other things. Don't. "I'd have used that queer mouth of yours sooner if I'd known. Guess I understand why you are divorced now."The words faggot and queer stung, but they felt so right. I was finally getting a chance to be a queer faggot and I was in heaven."You do a good job, and I'll let the yard crew know. You'll have more Mexican dick than you can shake a rake at," he said. "Does your ex-wife know you like dick so much?"A look of real fear crossed my face as I shook my head no. While the thought of my secret. He licked them, and sucked them softly, alternating from right to left. As they stiffened slightly, he sucked harder, eliciting a moan from her throat. Damien kissed his way back up her throat, and softly nibbled on her bottom lip. He placed his hand lightly on her skirt, right over the triangle where her thighs met. He felt a hot bulge through the cloth. “Then in here is…” he began. Rebecca bowed her head, finding herself unable to meet his gaze. “Yes,” she whispered. Damien himself could only.