After moving some papers around on his desk, he spoke, "Chris—I noticed two nights ago at your birthday parties that you and your sister were kissin... while you were dancing." I saw you and mom doing the same thing, Dad?" Yes, but we're married and we love each other. You and your sister ... need to be careful?" About what Dad, we love each other just as much as you and mom love each other, and we're twins!" What's being twins have to do with it, Chris?" dad asked."We did a term-paper about. "I give really good head," said the k**. "You a cop?" I asked after a brief silence, still considering the offer. "Me? Fuck no." I nodded in agreement and we stepped into the handicap stall. He sat on the toilet and I stood before him. I had hurriedly tucked my cock away from the urinal to the stall but now I pulled it free. "Give me the twenty first?" "Blow job and then the money." "You won't rip me off?" "I guess you've been burned before." "A few cheap pricks wouldn't pay up." . Laying the bra on top of her blouse Aunt Gloria turned and sat on the bed. Leaning forward, her large tits hanging down and swaying back and forth, she first untied and took off her sneakers then slipped off her socks and placed them inside the sneakers. Standing up once again Aunt Gloria next slipped the slacks she was wearing down and off her legs. Folding them as neatly as she had folded the blouse she lay them on top of the small pile of clothing forming on my bed. Then grabbing the. I feel you clasp my right nipple through my cammi. At first I moan and push my chest towards you, until you pinch it hard, harder than you normally would. Twisting it, you apply increasing amounts of pressure, until I yelp and look up at you. “Where did I tell you to keep your hands?” you ask with a steady, low voice. “Behind my back,” I wince in pain, “I’m sorry Daddy.” I sigh in relief as you let my nipple go. You bend down, taking hold of the hem on my cammi and whip it up off me, in one.