After a while in our new home my Sister and i was informed that an old Aunt was coming to stay for a while and we would have to share the double bedro...om for a while, we were devastated but of course there was nothing we could do about it.My bed was moved in and we settled down though it was not ideal.After a while at night i used to get the urge to play with myself which was difficult with my younger sister in the room.One night i got that funny feeling and my willy was stiff, i remember. She had dated since her second year in high school. Certainly, I would not be the first parent to catch his daughter or son getting off.I tried to quiet my racing heart: to keep it in my chest. Throughout this diatribe to my libido, however, my hand had somehow worked itself inside my suit pants and down into my briefs. I had my cock firmly in my hand and was squeezing it with a vice-like fist.I have often seen depictions of the angel and the devil sitting on a character's shoulders but I. Now I'd like to do the same in return. But we guys have it a little tougher. We don't have the wardrobe short of shorts (and these days they come down to your knees) to flash. The exception would be a kilt. It might be OK in Great Briton but in America? I don't think so. Well I could flash, but it is difficult to take your hand unzip your pants, pull your meat out, find something to cover the exposed flesh and wait for the moment to flash. And doing all this without arousing any undo. ‘I did. I’ve spent the past two days in negotiations with Lord Radcliff, he’s asked for your hand in marriage.’ Sabrina felt the blood drain from her face, if her father had been negotiating with Lord Radcliff that meant he was seriously considering the man’s offer. ‘I can’t, you know that.’ ‘You can and you will, the contract has already been signed and the announcement will appear in today’s paper.’ Jonathan had intentionally waited to tell his daughter until it was too late. ‘You’re to be.