I felt him getting hard in my hands, I couldn’t see his cock as I was still hugging him from behind, but his cock was feeling so good in my hands. �...��Your nipples are nailing my back,” he said as he felt my erect nipples on his bare back. “Really…?” I said and pushed myself more onto his back. I was stroking his cock slowly and kissing on his shoulders. “You are so hard, Dad,” I whispered. He turned to face me and I looked up at him. His cock was touching my pussy and pelvis. I wanted to have his. Randi was pretty interested too.“What in the world is wrong with you two?” asked their other sister.“They’re making up,” said Grandma, munching on a piece of bacon. “Anybody could see that.”“Did you two start fighting again?” asked my mother, rolling her eyes. “I thought you grew out of that!”Aunt Vanessa finally sat down. She looked a lot happier, even if she blushed every time she so much as glanced at Danny. He ignored her completely. Christy came and sat down beside me. She draped an arm. "We'll have to get just a few more measurements for that honey, so I'llhave to ask you to remove your panties."What happened next was totally bizarre. I had to put my manhood on asmall table, then watched as her little red light flashed back andforth. It took about ten minutes. Then she took some very extensivecolor matches from all over my body, added them to her file, then ranthe program again. It took almost an hour since each piece was madeindividually, and when I finally saw them, they. One Man?s ArtPrologue:The girl on the closed circuit monitor was beautiful. Her long auburn hairand flashing gray eyes gave way to a face of pristine innocence, coupled withfiery sexuality. She was one of those rare girls who had ?It?. Her bust wasfull and proud, standing out from her chest at constant and full attention.Her slim waist gave way to robust and full hips, and led to long muscular legs,capped off by a posterior that seemed impossibly round and full. If an artisthad depicted the.