“Can I watch?” I asked.“Not that kind of girl time, you horn dog, you.”They both giggled.“I guess I’ll go to the Stanford Office for a whi...e and see how Stan and Steven are getting along. Ladies, don’t spend all of my money in one place?” I said.“Wait stud, we only have one car here, take us to Victoria’s Secret, please – and wait for us—either in the car, or in the store,” Caroline said and Jenn giggled.After taking the girls to Victoria’s Secret, I had CJ in my arms, and was watching them. Then it wouldn’t be so weird for her brother to see her tits. (She has no idea how I feel about her - as far as Lucy’s concerned, I’m just her sweet, precious little brother, not someone totally obsessed with turning her - and Mom - into my own personal sex slaves.)And if I’d already seen them, then suddenly it’s not as big a deal.The trick, I’d worked out, is hypotheticals - “What if I’d already seen your tits at the beach, and you were feeling insecure about them, and you wanted the opinion. On friday night just chilling infront of netflix when suddenly my light went off tv and allthe backyard door slammed open ''who is this?''''its daddy and his friend''''what the fuck?''''get him''and i endup fighting the 4 hands on my couch trying to get my cloth ripped offuntil they succededass slapped doddy , hold by them calling me a white boy slut ''stop stop i dont know you''i bright flashlight on my face , naked as a worm , not seing them blinded by the light''there we brought you proper. I and Riya were sitting back together and I never noticed that below her dupatta she was wearing a kameez (top) that had a cut on both side and it was an easy access to both the sides (boobs) and another thing as she was wearing a Shawl (Dupatta) it wasn’t easily visible as we sat Riyas phone started buzzing and hence she spoke on the phone , the driver was an old man and he was focused on the road, I was looking out of the window and then all of a sudden Riya speaking on the phone pulled my.