He desperately wanted to run a hand down those long, smooth legs just once, but instead he forced himself to reach out and shake her shoulder. "Aunt R...achel?" He called loudly. "You're in the wrong room."Nothing."Aunt Rachel?" He shook her harder, and there was still no reaction.Damn. Just touching her warm, soft shoulder gave him the chills, and before he could stop himself, he ran his hand up her leg and over the perfect globe of her left buttcheek.Jason yanked his hand back like he had been. ’ Finger and thumb twisted slowly one way then another until tears trickled down Andy’s cheeks. He lifted his hand and Andy stretched up onto his toes. ‘Now you give me an answer. You want to feel what it’s like when the men are in control?don’t you?’The teenager’s head bobbed madly, ‘Yes?p-p-please?yes?p-please I was? aaaah? after last night? naaaaah?i-i-it was so h-hot?p-please!’‘Hot?’ The fingers moved downwards and the man cupped the prominent bulge in the front of the teenager’s jeans. He. " Frank said. "Who do you think opened the windows in the study? I learned this trick years ago. I used to sit here in the dark and do what you're doing now while Dad banged away at his assistants. Dad's quite a stud, he's got a pretty good reputation on campus. He never has trouble getting eager students to work for him."Angie heard her father grunting with the effort of his work. Nicole was moaning with every thrust. Angie saw the bulge in her brother's shorts grow while he watched her. "Let. I had a decent childhood tucked away in a bourgeois suburb. I went to an all-white high school with very few blacks or other immigrants to spoil my peculiar kind of fun, as every man has a childhood, they say. And it is actually the case that the young alabaster boys there were very attractive. It was one of those schools that one would never find in the ghettos of the inner cities or the rural areas where incest and shotguns prevail. The new center of civilization, you see, is in the suburbs,.