Just to ensure him they will not be disturbed.When I was passing by the bathroom, I stopped at the door and listen to mum. She was cleaning herself bu... I think I heard a few light moans and munching. Mmmm she was doing it to herself. So preparing to a dad's cock!I waited in my room 'till mother left bathroom and joined dad on the couch. I quickly and quietly sneaked to the door and listen to them.¨God, that morning quickie turned me on as nothing for a looong time!I was looking forward to the. It's nice to have a cool drink and a snack after work isn't it. I assume you've finished work for the day." Of course." I affirmed, "But not too often or I'd end up getting too lazy."She laughed and introduced herself as Emily and when she asked to join me we sat together talking about ourselves and what we do and our likes and dislikes until she asked me if I had a boyfriend."No." I replied calmly to which she replied very quickly and with a flash of mischief in the eyes, "Girlfriend?" Erm. I didn't make it to the door before a young black haired teenager burst through the door and into the lounge room. She was crying and babbling as she strode into the room, coming to a stop at the back of the lounge chair. She completely ignored me standing naked and stunned in the entry foyer.She was suddenly quietened when she spotted the fuck scene playing out on the big screen TV in front of her. Her eyes were riveted to the screen watching a closeup of a long fat cock slowly penetrating a. I lifted a pad of paper from the table on her bedside. She had written on it in swirly little girlish writing:Anthony Mitchell.If this wasn't real love, I wouldn't be so scared.???!!!???!!!???It was short and simple, but it said it all. I lifted the pen from the table and I turned the page over. I wrote a poem:Girl on a BedA clear and shining Jewelon the petal of a pure peach-colored flower, drifting precariously on an uncertain streamabove the sparkling ripplesthat carry her courageously to.