My flowery silk skirt made his touch even more arousing. With him behind me I slid my hands over his hips and grasped his thighs. They were strong and...firm. As I clutched them hard, let go, and clutched them harder, his hands swooped over my breasts and squeezed them, making my nipples tremble and harden. I was bouncing my thighs over his cock, when I suddenly felt his fingers over my crutch. I was quite moist, and his finger managed to stretch the panty material over the clotiris and into my. His mother wouldn't be so easily put off once she'd decided to 'talk about' something.Sure enough, the following morning he was nursing a hangover over a breakfast of a slice of toast and a cup of coffee when, as if called by magic, it happened. But it wasn't his mother."Morning Simon!" came a bright, masculine voice from the kitchen doorway. Simon looked up and saw his father and wondered where he'd learned to be such a sadist."Morning." he grunted.His father sat down next to him. Simon kept. ..”His tail shifted as she repositioned herself. She quickly managed to unfasten two more straps. She fiddled with the last one as the strap had a hard time giving away for her.“Come on ... come on ... I want some ... you big dragon. Almost got it ... damn it’s jammed. You would think the mythics would make gear that doesn’t jam like this...”The flustered naked Chinese woman had a look of annoyance on her face. She stopped to recompose herself as she took her hand and pushed hard on the clasp.. But I got more true friends than you do on your little lifetime..." I said."Bitch.." he said running at me to attempt a punch. I did nothing but put the Bamboo sword in front of his hand with it still in it's cover."Youd do know it's a rule not to use objects from the clubs outside their respective clubs right!?" He asked."I'm not using it...at least not unless I take it off...but I didn't..." I said before I pushed it against his stomach, "now....I'm going home...if you lie a finger on Alex.