But I need to use the bathroom first." I slipped out of bed. I saw Heather in the kitchenette drinking juice out of a box, her own body shining with t...e after-glow of sex. I noticed that her crotch hair had grown back, fine and blond and curly, giving her a more womanly look even though her tits were no larger than tangerines. She surveyed my sweaty body and sopping crotch and grinned. "I bet Mom's been doing that Indian stuff with you!" You're right. Have you done that sort of thing?" Dad's. The car paused and then drove back down the road. I pulled my pants down wet my fingers with saliva and coaxed the little thing out of its sheath. He watched as it grew. I wet my dick again and though limp it was half it's hard size, it was big enough to begin to stroke my way to orgasm. I 'm going to call him Bob, I don't think it's really his name, but it's the one he gave me. Bob and I touched ourselves, our eyes moved furtively, flicking from cock to cock, glancing up to watch for. Whatever the fuck we wish! We dont marry the cattle, son! We dont profess love to our amusement. As Lord Alexander spoke, his anger seeped farther and farther into his tangent. Why you and your idiot brother insist on making me teach you these lessons will never make sense to me! Do you think I enjoy putting you through this much pain, my son? Honestly, I do, you old fucking barbarian, Ebima thought savagely to himself. Aloud he said, No, Father. You are a merciful king and dutiful father, I. .slipping them in and out...this has distracted you just enough that your focus goes back in front of you. You are now looking around to see if anyone has noticed us. We are alone in a crowded bar ..... this is turning you on almost as much as it is me. I take a bold step in our encounter. I open my fly and pull my hard cock out. Moving even closer to you. I slip your skirt up in the back and maneuver my hard cock to the waiting entrance of your warm pussy. I slip in with ease. Pushing all the.