It allowed my two Slave-Parents a reassuring level of comfort they might not have enjoyed otherwise.My father moved slowly, as if he were a child at C...ristmas unwrapping a much anticipated gift, and I enjoyed that sensitivity. His hands were warm and gentle, the way they'd always been for me as I was growing up. I loved him so much, both of my parents, and I was enjoying myself beyond any reasonable expectations.I lifted my arms for the man as he pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tugging at my. " My mind raced. Sexual games? Did she have some guy she wanted to bring in? Or was Shannon Doherty a lesbian? Not that I had a problem with sex with women. In fact, my experience with my marriage had soured me a bit on men, and I had had a couple female encounters since leaving him. Finally I asked warily, "Well, just what kind of games do you mean?" Shannon smiled slowly and knowingly. "Look, I'm not gay. I like men and all, though they can be more trouble than they're worth sometimes.. At the sight of her shaven pussy he involuntarily groaned, feeling his hard cock throb urgently with the desire to thrust into her cunt. She must have heard him for she momentarily lifted her head and looked around to see if she was alone. She still didn't look up and see him and her fingers slid back between her thighs and began stroking her clit. He freed his cock from his trousers and began stroking it to the same rhythm she was using on her clit. Soon her gasps became moans as she rubbed. In return, I caught her eyes traveling over my body. I was wearing loose gym pants and a tight shirt, showing off the abs and shoulders for a change, which I almost never do. She was definitely drooling just a bit.On the couchI followed her into the living room where she plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. I plopped down right next to her, maybe a little closer than she expected. I wanted to be able to touch her. While she was checking out the TV, I was checking out her. I just.