She stopped for a second and ran her hands along my abs and sort of moaned at the sight of them. She looked up at me with the most gorgeous brown eyes...I had ever seen, and then my shirt came all the way off. We stopped and stayed still for a moment, looking into eachothers eyes. I almost felt sober for a moment staring into her eyes. But then, my cock kept throbbing, so I went right back to unbuttoning her pants. She, in turn took her shirt off as well. Sliding her pants down to her knees, I. I knew it was her I saw through the peek hole in the door and opened the door standing with my shirt open but covering my cock. she smiling and talking walked right in looking to see my open shirt. We stood again in kitchen but this time I let my shirt flop around showing my cock as we talked ,it was so exciting I was wanting her to look at my cock more and more. she didn’t disappoint me at all when I looked at her book she looked at my cock I was trying to keep from getting hard but was having. "That's a brothel," said Jennifer. I was aware of that already, and told her so. Then she said, "I don't think I could do that for money." She hesitated for a few moments, and blurted out, "Yes, I absolutely could. If a guy gave me enough money, I'd do whatever he wanted." I was a bit shocked, but wanted to keep the conversation going, so I asked how much money it would take. She just looked at me and said, "A lot". Right about that time we got a call, and the conversation ended, but it made me. " Jo said, a nervous tremor in her voice, "You want anything to drink?"Michael opened his eyes, looked up to his sister, trying to avoid looking at her crotch and the nipple still sticking right out of the side of the patch that was supposed to cover it, and said: "Uhhh, sure. I'll have a coke."Jo turned around, 'accidentally' dropped her sun glasses, and bent forward to pick them up as slowly as she could. She bent slowly through her knees in a slight squatting position, so that her arse was.