He slid his hand up, over my body, resting his hand on my shoulders. I knew what was going through his mind and slid down to my knees in front of him....His hand slid through my hair as I unbuckled his trousers, revealing the huge bulge encased in its cotton prison. I don’t know what came over me, but I bit down on the seam of his briefs and pulled at them with my teeth. He laughed and helped me pull them down, letting his impressive cock spring free.I grabbed hold of the base of his gorgeous. He was quite fond of Guy. At times, they were more like buddies than in laws.My father arrived home and saw me sitting there. "Hi sweet pea. What brings you around today?" Tell him," my mother said from the kitchen.I went on to explain why I had come to see mother. He didn't say a word and took his lunch pail into the kitchen. After several minutes he went out the back door. I knew better than to leave. When daddy is silent the only course of action is to let him get his mind around whatever. All in all, it was a disappointing case because I kind of liked the Goth mother who seemed so normal that I just assumed she was telling the truth. Sometimes I can be real sharp about things but when my gonads start sending me conflicting data I tend to go with my cock and not my brain.Three Finger used his left hand for drinking the coffee because the two fingers left on his right hand were not well-suited to be wrapping around a hot cup of java. I remembered when he lost those fingers passing. It was a look of pure, animal lust. It was a wild look that I suddenly wished I had not unleashed. Her mouth was agape, her nostrils were flared, her eyes wide and wild. She slowly started to move to some unheard rhythm, her hands were going through her hair and sliding down the length of her torso. Over and over she rubbed her body as she continued to sway. Suddenly she bent over at the waist and raised her head and looked directly into my eyes. Am I doing it right, Papa. Do I get my spanking?.