” The entire exchange would have been so much more believable had he actually been talking to my eyes rather than my tits, “Would you like somet...hing cold to drink? You must be absolutely poached working in that heat.” “That would be much appreciated, thanks.” “Please close the door, I’m trying to keep the cool air in.” I heard the door shut as I opened the fridge for the lemonade, which nearly slid right out of my hands at the sudden feel of a pair of rough hands squeezing my cheeks under. I wanted him to think of me as a man.I became acutely aware of his hands. The kneading and stroking caused my penis to become stiff. I felt ashamed to be standing before him with a hard-on. He took my small cock in his hand and stroked it. My breathing became irregular."Turn around," he commanded, "...spread your legs further apart." Y-yes, daddy," I said, and obeyed him.When I had my back to him he pulled me closer. He reached around me and began stroking my penis again. Then I felt his hand. “I told him,” Noah said watching the girls on an outdoor dance floor. Noah’s eyes widened as his eyes focused on a curvy body wiggling and grooving to the music. He recognized that body. He took a huge swig of beer and headed to the dance floor. “Hey.” Bree turned, startled, toward the voice in her ear only to see Noah standing in front of her. “Hey, what are you doing here?” She smiled. “Just having some drinks. How about you?” “Dancing.” She wiggled her eyebrows and then her hips and. ..*God I need to get laid* she thinks to herself as she starts to wash her hair."Sounds like a sore sport yeah?" Phoenix gripped the sweats mid air clicking the .45 to safety and tossing it on the couch. He began to put them on and then looked up. "Fucking? Me and you? Well that's a damn bloody shame. I'd hate to prove the blaggard right" Smirking he pulled the sweats up and tied them loosely. They sat low on his hips, his abs cutting down between his hip bone's lines.There was a clanking noise.