He moaned and I took this as a signal to go deeper and let my thumbs drag deeper and stroke the length of his crack and drag across his arse lips. He...moaned some more which really turned me on, my own cock was rock hard and dripping precum, and I was sure he could feel it on his legs. I slid my hand down to his balls and rubbed them gently and my Dad said “I don’t think we should be doing this”. “It’s OK Dad, I know about you and Mark and I’m the same”. He propped himself up and turned over. " What are you talking about," Zach said, "you are too a girl, just take a look at— Whoops." And the crazy man actually reached between my legs and held up my penis. "Looks like you are a guy after all." He dropped it again and held up his hands innocently. "Sorry, man."It would have been so easy to kill him right then.No, play along. No matter how much you'd like to punch him. Play along. No matter how deeply the sanctity of your person has been defiled. Zach Crane is automatically exempt from. Maybe I’d get more! “Bhaiya,” she said, her voice a little scared. “Please…” I didn’t say anything, just kept stroking her thigh, moving my hand closer and closer to the edge of her panties. Ritu had my wrist in both hands, but made no move to either close her slightly parted legs or to back away across the bed. “Bhaiya, I’m scared,” she pleaded. I realized that she really was, and that if I didn’t soothe her fears, she’d bolt. It was hard to think about anything but her hot, moist little. Tom checked in the motel and the three of us went in the room. As soon as we got in the room, Grace went in an took a shower, Tom followed her, and I followed Tom. We were all nice and fresh. When I got out, Tom had wine poured for us. Grace had brought candles and had them lit and the lights out. It was so romantic. Tom had nice soft music on the radio. They invited me to join them on the bed. Both Tom and Grace were completely naked sitting there very relaxed. I dropped my towel and got on.