“It’s not funny,” I snapped. It didn’t sound strong enough.Scott looked up at me, his smile widening.“It’s not goddamn funny,” I said, a...little louder. “Stop laughing.”He narrowed his eyes.“Ally, relax. This isn’t a big issue.”“No.” I said resolutely. “We have to stop this. We can’t do this anymore.”His smile disappeared. He stared at me.“Ally, I can get rid of the photo. I can make a copy, edit it, no one will know. It’s the twenty-first century, for god’s sake!”I looked at him.“But it’s not. This was war, and with how Malark was behaving, one would be forgiven for thinking he was using it as an opportunity to write a new ballad.Qiao said a salient prayer to Lathander as she saw General Grodan approaching. “Himo,” she said to the wood elf who sat cross-legged among the group of soldiers, sword for hires and adventurers. Himo had a way of being able to meditate almost anywhere and frequently waited until the last possible moment to rouse herself from her peaceful practice. Qiao did. I didn't need a second initiation so I straddled Dad and eased myself down gently onto his pole and started to ride him furiously. Both the fact Dad was staring at me riding his cock and the bucking motion making my thick floppy cock wave about started to make me hard again Dad flipped me over and started to take me doggy style. "Oh daddy come in me, come in me any time you want, i love your cock" I blurted."Oh son .....I'm coming!" Dad panted. A second later I felt his body tense and his load. "Oops, sorry, didn't know you were here!" he said, lifting the toilet lid."Gotta piss. Too much coffee."Throughout it all, he looked at me and I saw his eyes focus on my cock cagefor a second or two. He continued to piss casually and didn't say anything,but I'm sure he noticed it. Do I say something, I thought, but decided toignore it as well."So what time are we going out?" Rory asked, zipping up and washing hishands as I stood next to him naked, toweling myself dry."I start work in half an.