She would have been happy to suck their cocks for them. But she knew that she could never approach her father and grandfather and offer to do that for...them. The men would never admit to any such an interest in their daughter and granddaughter.Unable to fulfill her desire to suck the cocks of her father and grandfather, Vicky turned instead to other boys besides her brother. By the time she was in high school she had a nickname, B.J. for blow job. The boys loved to take her out for some fun but. .. or to have someone come in and take him away! What they had done the night before was something that was considered more than just wrong... that much he knew! He looked in the mirror, sure that some lasting mark upon his features would proclaim to everyone that he and his sister were lovers. But there was no discernible difference in the way he looked, save for the haunted expression on his face, and he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wondering if MaryAnn was up yet, and how he. Carefully I opened a few slats on the blinds fully, as I allowed the towel to drop to the floor. Fully naked, I stood there wanting him to see me touch myself, as I was so aroused imaging about being alone with him in my bed. The sight of his well cut black body; right outside my bedroom window was driving me wild with lust and passion.My nipples were aching to be touched, as my hungry pussy quivered atthe sight of his hands gliding over his erection. I nastily thought about his big black frame. Her dad was really an accountant, but she wanted to place herself on the social scale closer to Bonnie. She knew that Parker had held that job at times.The boyfriend she imagined was not like Warren Beatty (too glamorous), but neither did he much resemble the real Clyde Barrow (too shabby and probably mean-spirited too). This imaginary lover was named Dwyane; he was basically a decent guy who was drifting into crime because of the economic pressures of the Depression.He was a customer who.