Your lips brush my shoulder. Why am I so nervous, why am I wound so tight? Your fingers are leaving little lines of fire down my back as you trace you...r fingertips downward and around my sides. Caressing around my sides to my stomach and then upward to my breasts. The material of your robe comes into contact with my back as your hands cradle my breasts from below. Your hands easily wrap around each one of my breasts and your thumb and index finger come together on my nipples. I bring my hands up. I hear one of them say "that's a dude!" "No way", "I swear man!". They follow after me, all the while saying to each other this is a dude in womens clothes. One of them suddenly says "there's only one way to find out" and with that I am pulled into an alley way. They force me against the wall and one of them puts his hand up under my skirt,feeling for my cock. "WELL? Is it" "I don't know man". I was tucked pretty well. He then takes my hose and rips them,tearing a big hole in them and then. They hugged and kissed but when he tried again to feel her boobs or under her skirt, she pushed his hands away and said, "No, don't do that.” Eventually, he moved her onto her back and lay partially on top of her. While he was kissing her neck, she looked over his shoulder - and up at me. Fuck! I thought there would be hell to pay, that they’d accuse me of spying on them. Betty’s eyes got as big as saucers and her mouth formed a big "O" in surprise. But then she put a finger up to her mouth,. He was decently hung, probably 6 inches, but not very thick. Brandy curled her soft, slender fingers around him and pumped her father’s cock, getting him harder before she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his shaft, right under the head. Her tongue licked across the head and she head her dad groan and then he shifted in his seat, sliding down so she could suck him deeper. Brandy looked up at her father with big blue eyes, but his head was reclined and his eyes were closed as he.