We had been going at it for the last half an hour. The third time today, and it was only 2:00pm. Come on baby, my dad begged. I refused to look at him...in the eyes. If he wanted a fuck buddy he got one. He had no right to expect me to show emotion. I lay there, in the middle of our living room, my bra half way on, my blouse thrown over the lamp, my jeans and panties still hanging off one leg. My dad had opened his trousers a little, his cock peeking through enough to allow him the pleasure of my. I lifted her bra up over her breasts and began to knead them both - Stella arched her back, pushing them towards me, so I pushed her clothes up a little further and bent down to suck on them.“What if one of the guys walks in and sees us?” she asked.“Well that would be interesting,” I winked, “shall we wait here and see?”“No...” she replied, “take me upstairs.”I led her to my room and closed the door behind us. Stella turned and immediately began to kiss me again. Our clothes were soon. “Oh, Rakesh, you certainly are well developed in the cock-and-ball area! It must run in the family. It’s so long and thick. And just look at the head of it! It’s so swollen now that it shines. You should be proud of such a fine cock! You need to know what its meant for” I pushed the boy’s T-shirt up as far as I could, exposing his lean stomach and his well-developed chest. I ran my hand over his chest and stomach, thrilling to the silky softness of his hairless skin. I ran my fingers down over. That way, in 20-30 years, we'll remember how good we looked, and How much fun we had? I'll tell you what: if you don't want to, how about if we just take some of you in regular clothes, or a swimsuit? You know Fashion photography. How about that?" Well, I guess that'd be ok," you told him. Thinking to you, though, "Hmmm, maybe I could just start off that way, and see how it goes. I'm sure I could always quit."So after a little more coaxing, you told him to be here at your place next Saturday..