I had just taken Damien's beer.“No biggie,” he said as he took the beer and finished it.Just under three minutes left. I looked at the score: twen...y-six to twenty-one now. My heart was beating out of my chest.“Exciting, huh?” Damien asked.“Not really,” I replied. I was lying, part of me was enjoying this. The other part wanted to call off whatever bet between they had made.“Not even a little bit?” Damien asked.I looked at him, then shook my head.“Okay,” he nodded. He looked over at Johnny. “I. Now I want to try and help the others. Will you help me do that too?" Yes, my little love."Her breath caught and Steven realised he had gone too far."I think you've reached the daughter stage," he said softly.Her eyes clouded momentarily but she recovered herself and smiled up at him."I'll still call you Uncle Steven though."He nodded smilingly down at her and then hugged her hard. "Come on," he said. "It's time we had a drink." And time I cooked some supper."They went through to the kitchen.. Now she was grunting and moaning as her lover’s powerful cock slid in and out of her. His pace started slow, but quickly he picked up the pace and now, he was stroking into her powerfully. As he bottomed into her he was doing so with gusto, and now Ashley-Nicole’s moans were ending in a distinct ‘ahh!’ , and she was instinctively pushing back into him, enjoying the sensation of being fully open to himAs this was happening, Ashley-Nicole could feel the sheets or something rubbing against her. Necking, fogging up the windows and all that. After about 15 minutes of fun, a cop car pulls up.”Olivia gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh no, what happened?”“Well nothing Rodney Kingish. I mean, he made us zip up and move along. But after the heat of passion had passed, Wendy came to her senses and told me she couldn't date me anyway because if her father ever found out, he'd kill us both. Turns out her dad was a hard-core racist. Anyway, that shit gets in your head. It made me timid.”Well,.