And while we did, I had weird thoughts going through my head. I wanted to touch her, feel the softness of her skin, run my hands over her ... over her...breasts, and between her legs! What's wrong with me, Dad? Why do I have those thoughts?"Brandon gave himself a few moments to fully understand his son's dilemma, then answered him truthfully."There's nothing wrong with you at all, Jay," he tried to calm the distraught teen. "I have those same feelings whenever I'm with your mother or your aunt.. With no siblings to share the house with, and nowhere else to go but my small chunk of middle-American suburbia, the only person I can spend any time with is my best friend, Sam Wilson, who lives just a block away. Our parents have always been very close, apparently close enough to all hop on a boat and sail the world for a quarter of the year. Sam is likewise in the same situation as me, although he's probably got it a little better considering his family is rather well off compared to my. The room also had a climate controlled air conditioner, mini-bars, garment press, tea and coffee makers, hairdryers, and U.S and European electrical sockets. She immediately kicked her shoes off and lay down on the bed. Its pillow top softness was just what she needed after an exhausting trip.Jennifer stretched, sighed, and purred, “Wow, John you should come feel this bed, it’s so comfy and romantic.”John placed his laptop case on the desk. He walked toward her with a devilish smile on his. Setting a portable pot a few feet from Jennifer and bringing the garden hose over, Jason told Jennifer when he got back he expected the place to be spotless and all of Cynthia’s body parts put into the heavy duty trash bags he now gave her. Before leaving for his errands, Jason motioned to a small table with a bottle of water and a sandwich and told Jennifer it was for her and the pot was for her to use if she needed.The room was clean when Jason returned and the trash bags closed tightly so.