You move upwards, kissing me everywhere. Your body, silky soft and smooth, is sliding over mine. Your thighs are on each side of my legs, and I sudden...y realize that you had somehow managed to take your own panties off in the heat of it all. You are soft and warm and wet against my leg. You kiss my breasts and suck my nipples, then take my head in both your hands and kiss my lips. I can taste myself on you and it makes me even more excited. Now you move up and begin rubbing your pussy against. That was the most sadistic part of it all. The fact that he liked to stare into my eyes as he violated my pussy. Every time we fucked he had to watch my face. Sicko. You can cum for daddy, he whispered, all the while keeping his eyes trained on me. Cum on daddys fingers you slut. You like this dont you. Oh, I can feel it coming. Do you want it baby. You want daddy to make you cum. From experience I knew he wanted an answer to these questions. He wanted me to tell him it felt good. But today, I. His legs felt as weak as jelly.His mother walked over to him and leant close to his ear. "Why don't you go and rest for bit...I want you to be full of energy for tonight...and I want the load you shoot into my pussy to be twice the amount of what you've just produced..."Kyle stared gobsmacked as his mother grinned devilishly at him before turning nonchalantly away as she began to wash the dishes.***************Kyle shut his bedroom door and collapsed onto his bed. He was breathing heavily as he. Kingpin knew that you had to identify your roadblock before you could bury it under a mountain of money. And he couldn't identify these Birdmen. This was the first time he had run into an obstacle that didn't want to be known. Always, before, the obstacle had made a point of identifying itself early in the game. If he didn't know better, Kingpin would swear that this Birdmen gang was trying to put him out of business. Why? They couldn't get money from a bankrupt operation. He was just plain.