"I hope so. I really want to give it to her in the butt," Ken answered."In the butt?" his sister questioned."Yeah, I hear she likes it," her bother re...ponded.Connie said nothing and was aware of Ken checking out her outfit."You like?" she asked smoothing out one of her long gloves."I love it. Where did you get it?" he asked."I was seeing an older guy that was really into bondage. He brought this for me and had me wear it all the time," Connie answered."Maybe I can borrow it?" Ken asked."That. "Did he touch you? Did he make you touch him? Did your mom tell you to, uh, be nice to him?”“No?”“Is that a question or an answer?”“No, sir, he did not.”I found it strange, not just the line of questioning, but also his inability to look at me while he asked me such questions. He nodded to himself and finally let go of the wheel. He exhaled and got off, coming round the truck to grab my arm again and lead me inside. Once again, I had to hop and skip to keep up. He opened the cabin door and an. Just like a butterfly, then a little more solidly&hellip,then a regular kiss. It was only for a moment&hellip,lost on either Malek or Sara, but not on me. A droplet of Johns cum had transferred from my lip to Johns&hellip,I swallowed the remaining. We separated&hellip,the morality of the situation slowly coming back. Well&hellip,wasnt that special&hellip,John&hellip,tell me you enjoyed feeding mom your spunk&hellip,come on&hellip,I want to hear it, Malek ordered. I&hellip,I really. "One: You ain't never gonna be prettier. Two: I was emailing my daughter. She's going through shit with her mother and is running here to live with me until she gets her own place." She don't know how you living now, right?"Yolanda exhaled then shook her head. "Her mom is too embarrassed and I never had the heart. Can't tell her no since the email was dated yesterday. I'm just now seeing it." She know where you live?" Yeah." Yolanda nodded. "Before she showed me how email worked—we kept in.