" We stood there, a strange mirror image of each other with one major difference - my cock was very hard, veins looking like they’d burst, the stick...ng out the side of my panties. "And let me help you with that too." she said reaching down for my cock. She grasped it firmly in a warm hand and started to stroke. My legs became weak and I almost fell down. She put her arm around me and pulled me closer, putting my face into her bosom. "Let's sit down on your coach and get comfortable." she said.. And my mom's homemade apple pie with ice cream for dessert. It was all a sixteen-year old guy could want. Well, you know, at least officially. I didn't ask for what I really wanted.So, Mom and Dad, my little sister, Julie, and my older brother, Warren, and his wife, Sandra, were there.Now, my brother is six years older than I am, he's twenty-two, and, two years ago, married Sandra who is a real fox. She's tall, probably about five-seven, beautiful legs (you should see her in her bikini, I'm. He wouldn’t get hard until our negotiations were done. He’d have a limp dick whenever he got near a woman he wanted to fuck. He’d be hard the rest of the time, aching to fuck. Distracted. It should make peace talks go smoother.A guard looked around as I winged into the air, my laughter ringing out over the camp. I loved it. I would have so much enjoyment on this mission. Every time he would glance at me and see my big, naked breasts, he would get so hard, but his whores and doxies would never. "There ya go pretty lady." He pointed in my direction. "You're all his, legally." He clasped his hands in triumph. "Next problem?"Sally smiled wide, and moved to the edge of her seat. "Just like that? I don't have to go with Leesha to France?" It was the first time I'd ever heard her use Leesha's name without putting "Aunt" in front of it."Not if you don't want to, and if this thing goes to court, you'll be eighteen, and that makes you old enough to make the decision." Chet put his feet on his.