His cock was exposed and the color was changing from light pink to a soft red. Claire had watched it grow with every sniff of her panties.“What a bi... cock you have, Sultan,” Claire said. She decided to play with it, even though she would be taking a calculated risk doing so in public. But, she had a job to do, and she was going to do it!“Sultan, sit!” Claire said. “Good boy, here you go!”“Sniff!”“Sultan, I’m going to jack you off so you won’t try to hump your mother for a while. And if you’re a. " He stepped back and melted into the crowd as if he were never there, leaving only his high-pitched cackle behind, fading slowly away down the street.At first I wrinkled my nose and thought about dropping the ring on the ground, but then I was distracted as I realized that my pocket felt lighter. Patting at my pocket, I discovered my my wallet was missing. I nearly had a heart attack before remembering that what was stolen was was just my decoy wallet; my ID and actual spending money was still. I was kissing him while twirling my fingers through his brown long hairs and his neck.He was kissing me and biting my lips giving me love bites all over and undoing my shirt side by side. I made him sit on the table and started undoing his shirt while kissing him on the neck and ear-lobe and forehead and lips. I ripped off his shirt and took off his vest. Since we were in kitchen, I planned to make it somewhat more erotic. While he was moaning from the kiss, I poured chocolate syrup all over. "And Jean was in on it." Her father's head swung from side to side. "But, Arlene. It just doesn't seem possible--especially with Glynn. She had a lot of chances to play around and never did. Now--" Lorena leaned forward and kissed him. "Dad, it's no different than what you and I have been doing. We're father and daughter, they're mother and son; the relationship is exactly the same." He frowned and started to say something, but she cut him off. "Not that old double standard stuff, dad? Women.