Her dad was standing with his profile to her, his eyes closed, his right arm jerking. In his hand he gripped his big, uncut prick, a prick smaller tha...n the trucker's cock, but large nevertheless. As he pounded his swollen rod of fuckmeat, he sniffed a pair of girl's panties, muttering to himself and breathing heavily.Debby's eyes popped. She'd discovered that not only did her father have a cock, which he evidently knew how to take care of, but that those panties he was sniffing were her own!. Being the sheltered son of an insanely over protective mother, I had no idea how I would ever be able to do what he asked. I briefly considered spilling my guts to him about my home life, as I personally believed the way I was being raised to be immensely evil, but I somehow didn't figure he would see things quite the same way. I decided instead to pay a bit more attention to some of the rumors flying around in school. I was hoping to get lucky by accidentally overhearing some dope-head. We're really sort of a very strong family.But that doesn't tell you why Sarge and Rog didn't know what to make of the three of us. You see, while mom is white, like I said; Lisa is African-American. What she calls Black? And me? I'm Asian -- probably Korean the adoption people thought. Mom and Lisa call me 'yellow' when we get to talking about our colors. I was found in a motel in our city, all alone, after some people had checked out. The cleaning ladies found me one morning and the police. It took several minutes for us to calm down but when it became quiet in the room she turned to me, serious again."You could have you know." There was stillness in her eyes, unwavering."Do you mean what I think you mean?"She nodded, her eyes gleaming. "Two summers ago when we were going to the cottage. You could have done it but you didn't." Your sisters would have ripped my eyes out it I touched you back then," I said.She smiled. "You touched me but you stopped short of fucking me. You could.