" Zelda finally turned to look out the shop window, too. "...Just because I'm not crude, rude, or..." Dobie, now, too, looked to see what everybody wa... looking at. "...sophisticate, suave, or..." There outside, the tall, dark, handsome, and fit boy had been stopped by a group of three girls, all eager for to hear his rich, mellow voice speak their names. "Armitage!" Maynard frowned, growing angrier by the moment. "Maynard, no! Milton Armitage knows three forms of unarmed combat! Not to mention. His hand was still where it was from earlier that evening. In only her blouse and panties she was comfortable with her son’s hand on her boob. She looked down, seeing if he was asleep or not. To her, it was a beautiful sight seeing as someone, her son, and for that matter in real life her brother was beside her and holding her tit in his hand. She took hold of it and took it off her tit. She eased out of his bed, grabbed her jeans, and leaned over to kiss his forehead. She walked out quietly. You see the glint of a knife lying on the table and decide it's best to cooperate. " I'm going to move my hand now, so be a good girl and relax and do as I say" you nod your head in agreement. Your body is trembling as I take the knife and cut the straps on the nighty you're wearing, laughing as I watch the fear in your eyes and your body shaking uncontrollably." I knew you were a little slut, not wearing any underwear, you wanted this to happen didn't you slut" I say.You look defiantly at me. You’re such a man.” Well, that ego stroking tipped me over the edge and I had cum hard, I was so fucking worked up—I shot it into Cathy’s pussy and growled out in triumph—my spunk in the pussy of another man’s woman. I felt so strong, so proud of my load, proud of my cock.“Damn baby,” Marsha had slapped my ass and moved over to retrieve her drink. I had pulled free of Cathy’s pussy and she had fallen forward, huffing, “Oh fuck!”We had taken a few minutes to clean up; the girls taking care of.