We do discuss a lot. The discussion will be about anything and there will be no limits between us. In high school, I was a computer science student an...d she did a bio.Like that we were talking one day at night by walking on the roadside, there I saw a movie poster, in that a girl fully exposed her cleavage and it’s really so deep and the boobs are trying to pop out from her t-shirt.She caught me staring at the poster and poked me on my hand, we both saw each other’s eyes and laughed. Then, there. Our tongues danced over his cock, brushing, caressing each other. Our lips met, kissed around his cock. It was so naughty. Clint groaned louder, loving our display.A door opened outside. Footsteps padded down the hall. Was it coming to our room?I engulfed the tip of Clint’s cock. My pussy clenched. I didn’t panic. I didn’t try and pull away. I was my son’s slave. I would do anything. I would let him fuck me for all the world to see. To ram that wonderful cock into my pussy.Thank god I was on. “Or a father and daughter,” said Doug.“Whatever,” said Melanie. “Why do we care?”“I just wanted to run it by you to see if we cared,” said Doug. “I only did an identification panel, not a relationship panel. Do I need to do a relationship panel?”Melanie told him the same thing she’d told dozens of her people over the years.“Put it in your preliminary report to the supervising agent. Let him decide if it matters.”“Should I do the rest of the exam to nail down the relationship?”“We have enough to. She was pleased to note that her son's cock was stiff and swollen more often than not.Ariel hoped that her body had as much to do with that as the horny genes she had passed on to her son. She had long legs and a girlishly round ass. In fact, other than the fact that most of her bras now had to be custom made, she looked little different than she did 20 years ago. To this day, bouncers at bars serious about carding checked her ID suspiciously for signs of forgery or tampering. After the.