This was an accusation."Did your mother put you up to this?" he said with heat in his voice."Daddy, Mom doesn't know I came to see you, today. She has... no idea that I'm here. So get that out of your mind. You can't blame her. I don't want you blaming her for what you do. You can just tell me the answer to the question. I want to know."Jessica didn't know where she had gotten the strength to say what she had. Maybe from years of being angry with her father and now having a reason to get back. But. Elam gasped and Cong squeezed his fist harder.Elam started to pull Cong’s hand away as a kneejerk reaction, but then let his hand fall onto his leg. Cong’s hand felt too good.“Jack me,” he said in a hoarse whisper.Cong moved his hand up and down slowly, marveling at how another person’s dick felt in his hand. Elam tried to bend forward to spit on his dick, but wasn’t successful.“Spit on it. Get it wet,” he whispered in the same voice.Cong bent over it and spit. When he rose back up Elam reached. "Harry almost stopped breathing again. And scenes flashed across his mind. Alan as a very young boy, always wanting to climb in bed with him and sleep naked together, Alan's hand "innocently" resting on his dad's crotch, while Harry tried not to get hard. Only sometimes he didn't succeed, and Harry just lay there with Alan's hand stroking his stiff meat, until with a stifled moan he finally spurted a fountain of steaming cum on himself and his "sleeping" boy. He had told himself he got the. Me and brittnay had a thing in the past she gave some good head 3 weeks ago. So you wanna go down to the basement and talk about stuff. She rubbed her hand up and down my cotch .I knew she really didnt wanna talk so I agreed to go. Sure I said to her. We walked down to the basement she through me against the wall pressed her body againts mines and started stroking me through my jeans . Her lips met mines and we stood there kissing It felt good thats for sure. She whispered in my ear how much.