If someone came down the stairs he’d be able to pull out and Y would be able to feign innocence. Ryan thought of himself as nothing if not a gentlem...n. Ryan made short work of the tights, ripping a hole exposing Y’s ass and pussy, and despite her verbal complaints about her ruined garment Y liked the permanent reminder of what was about to happen. Ryan quickly affixed a condom and pulled aside her panties. Given their mutual state of arousal Ryan was easily able to enter Y, and both moaned. I decided to just buy three pairs of panties and try them on in the restroom and hope that Aaron wouldn't realize the difference. I picked out a conservative pair of silk panties, and got a pink, white, and black pair. I paid for the panties and headed for the restroom. Luckily there was a family restroom so I didn't have to be in a stall or risk someone walking in. I sent the pictures over to Marta's phone (I didn't have Aaron's number yet) and waited for a response.My phone dinged with a. It’ll likely be athletic, possibly acrobatic, but definitely should involve the shield. Sort of like a version of American Gladiators.”“What sort of skills test?” she asked.“I kind of got into a Twitter war about who was the better Captain America with Chris Evans and we decided to fight it out with Scarlett Johansson going to the victor.”I saw the look on her face and opened my Twitter, showed her all of yesterday’s traffic and there was even a note accepting my challenge if we could work out. Then she gave me a duster and said, “ok sweety, time for you to do the chores, start cleaning and don’t miss a surface your father will be home any minute and I want the place clean.• After a while I got into it, feeling like a sexy slave that is taking care of his aunty. My mind was drifting in the sexual delirium of the moment, until I heard the front door open. My father was standing there with an open mouth, big eyes, and a smile from ear to ear. He acted like he saw his dream c***d. Coming.