“D-I-C-K! And unless you got one hidden beneath that dress, go bother someone else.”Danyelle stood up with a huff. Turning me down, are you, assho...le? She straightened her dress, glaring daggers at the man. “You’re missing out, you stupid fucking prick.”“Girl, you’ve got nothing I want or haven’t seen,” the man said, brushing her off. “Go on and have your temper tantrum someplace else.” When Danyelle just stood there, still glaring, he said with a brushing wave of his hand, “Run along little. Echoes of Bobby's dream came back to him."Can't you... just... squeeze them a little? Just... fondle them... yeah, like that? It won't make the world end... will it?"Bobby just stared up at her eyes, in no way believing that he was laying here, feeling up his sister's breasts. No way... "And... noone's going to die if..." she slid her pelvis down far enough to lean up next to Bobby and kiss and lightly bite his nipples, "... if I do this... just a little."Bobby moved his hands back to her. Dinner was superb. We dined on succulent turkey with all the trimmings, and everything else you could think of if you were having a traditional Thanksgiving feast. The servers were the ultimate professionals, and we all raved about the experience. Our limo was waiting when we exited to head to the Imperial Theatre for the show. It was equally amazing.After I tipped our driver an extra one-hundred and fifty dollars, he took us on a Christmas light sightseeing drive through Manhattan. I kept. He bites my shoulder, careful not to leave a mark as I try to get him into my hole. Two more humps and he's busting past my seal. I gasp. He gasps.He slowly slides into me. No matter how many times I take him, I always need time to adjust to his firm rod. It doesn't take long for him to slide all the way in. He settles there a moment, allowing me to feel him deep in me. He strokes my hair, knowing I'm needing the comfort. He hears my low sigh and slowly rotates his hips. He gauges me, before he.