" Now there's a hollow threat if I ever heard one."She had point, what really sucked was that we both knew she was right. "Dammit Rebecca, it would be... a lot easier if I knew what was going on. I might be able to do more." How? What difference would knowing their names make? Would it open up other information?" Maybe. With their names and some real photos to work with I might be able to bridge them and find something..."She cut me off, "Like what?" Like why he's picking them out." We know why. Dad stood up and removed his tank top MMmmmmm dad's chest is just so hot, muscular but not grossly or anything i took my eyes and kind of followed down his body as he removed his jogging pants. It was summer so dad had a better good tan from fishingwhich make his chest even better, dad seen me looking so he kind of turn and flexed those man boobs lol ( for the life of me I can't think what those muscles are called lol ) I remember growing up and watching him shave he would do the same to me in. Actually it was arguing. He got up and walked to the stairs to hear better.“Why not now?” she asked, almost pleading.“Would you be quiet? Peter’s downstairs. He could hear us.”“He’s watching the Heat and you know how zoned how he gets when watches the game. Now, speaking of heat—I’m in heat.”Peter blinked when he heard this from his mother.“Oh, Val. Please” his father said.“Well…why not now?” she repeated.“BECAUSE, I am exhausted. Do you know what time I came home tonight?”“Oh sure. How long. Their first time was a classic story -- both a little stoned, fooling around in the back of his mom's van after an evening of cruising. Though neither spoke it, each sensed that something was in the air. As they kissed, his hand cupped her breast; her fingers brushed his boner. It had all happened before, but this time her hand did more. It pressed, it squeezed... tonight she wanted that cock where she could see it.For his part, Billy went beyond caressing her pert braless breasts. He kneaded.