She pushed the back of my jeans down past my ass, my arms hung by my side as she now had both hands on my ass. Pulling me closer, she kissed me, softl...y. Her lips touched me lightly, as her tongue flicked into my mouth, still kissing me, Tracy pushed my jeans down to my knees. Her hand held my cock, then slowly moved up and down.Her kisses grew deeper, our tongues danced as her fingers played with my cock. She broke the kiss slowly, lingering on my lips with hers. Moving her head back, she. ."So how was work Peaches?" asked her father.Vikki who was sucking on her mandarin flavoured water through the pullout tab of her bottle continued walking into lounge and sat in a vacant armchair as she looked at her parents who, just for a change, were sitting side-by-side on the couch simply watching TV instead of being engaged in rather more depraved and decidedly amoral activities. Her mother she noticed was, by her own daring and oftentimes slutty standard, rather sedately dressed with a. ”“The beach Miss? I thought we were spending the day alone together.”“Just drive where I tell you too, and stop asking silly questions.” He drove on, following directions, I played with him during the drive running my hand over the bulge in his pants. Keeping him nice and hard for me, whenever I would find one of his hands roaming on my thighs I would slap it hard causing him to pull away again. I didn't want him to find his surprise quite yet. Though I suspected that he was seeing. It was some kind of cheap material and was blazing red. Thehem barely came below my butt and the front dipped precariously, exposing muchof my breasts. Whether by design or oversight, he had failed to include anyunderwear. Nevertheless, it was a lot better than going with a sheet wrappedaround me, so I put it on. The prosecuting attorney described how the police had heard reports of mylasciviousness and found me naked with a sheet that bore tell-tale remnantsof a night of depravity. Evidence of.