"Well, fair is fair, don't you think?" Sure," I said. Then I frowned and asked, "Wait, what do you mean?" I mean," she said, rising up to her knees, "...hat it's my turn to fuck you." I looked down and saw an erect penis sticking out where there should have been a smooth mound or a thatch of pubic hair. There wasn't any hair, but that hard cock pointing my way stood out over a pair of very male looking balls!"Hey," I said. But that was all I had an opportunity to say before she grabbed my. I started by saying that she is beautiful in that sari kind of and used to praise her when ever possible some times depending on her mood I used to ask who came first yesterday night and dad was up to her expectations or not will dad try different styles or not and all she used to say that dad never tried anything other than man on top and he is Ok kind of answers.Once I asked did dad ever removed your clothes completely she was shocked by that question but she answered in cool by saying that. As I began walking nervously forward the man turned and stepped out onto the path looking in my direction. My stomach was full of butterflies as I continued walking, staring at him. He was smiling and his erection was standing out proudly; he gave it a gentle rub and then stood with his hands on his hips looking at me as I approached. My stiff cock was bouncing up and down with each step and still glistening with Geoff’s saliva; my foreskin had rolled all the way back leaving the shiny purple. “Did you jack off thinking about me the last couple nights?”. “Yes” he replies. “Did you see what I was doing when you turned around last night and gave me crap about being winded?”. He thinks, then replies “Yeah, I saw that you had your shorts down a bit, but it was too dark to see.”. She smiles and asks one more question “What do you think of my body”. He responds confidently “It’s beautiful Taylor, you are the hottest chick in our neighborhood.” She smiles and they keep walking. They are.