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My brother's eyes widened in surprise but he didn't deny it, he almost boasted “Yeah, we been doing it for a while now.” “So, what happens when she won't let you or is on the rag or something, do you whack it or anything? I mean if you don't get off somehow do your nuts hurt?” My brother studied me intently for a few moments, I could see the wise-assed remarks forming in his mind but he judged my mood and stated normally “Yeah, when a guy gets horny and he can't screw or beat it his balls start hurting, sometimes almost so he can't walk.” “Everybody?” “I think so, at least japanese that's what I hear in school when some guy can’t get any.” “Mom is probably too sick to have sex with dad, do you think he could hurt too, or is he too old?” My brother stared at me briefly “I don't know if there is an age limit on pressurized nuts.” He was looking puzzled when I turned and left his room. I couldn't get my mom's request out anal of my head. I spent the next three days deep in memories and thought about my father. That I loved him was never in question, that I loved him enough to screw him was. I didn't avoid my mother but I also didn't talk to her. There was a wall between us, one I wasn't ready to breach. Every time I was in the same room with my family I watched him. At first he was dad but slowly I stopped thinking of him as my parent and concentrated on seeing him as a man and in a few days, I began to see him with my mother's eyes. I'm not sure when my focus changed but I caught myself staring at the form of his ass or bulge of the manhood in his pants, not just once but with increasing regularity. It was after midnight when I heard bare feet in the hall. Brian was out, mom only shuffled so I knew it was dad. I heard the hall bathroom door close and wondered why he would go there when my parents room had an adjoining bathroom. Then it dawned on me, he wanted more privacy, he didn't want mom to hear teen what he was doing. An image flashed in my mind; his erection in his hand while he pumped it dry, emptying his balls. My heart started slamming, I flushed with adrenaline as I got out of bed. My mind was a void, in a blank zone as I walked softly from my room to the hall. I opened the bathroom door quietly and saw him standing in front of the bowl with his underwear riding his ankles his ass prominent in my vision. Dads right arm was moving rapidly and I knew what he was doing. I stepped to asian his side and reached for his hard-on. When my fingers touched him, dad jerked his eyes open and moved away from me “Oh my god Renee, get out of here!” His words snapped me back to reality but rather than flee I looked him in the eyes boldly and said “Not yet daddy, there's something I have to do.” I reached for his cock again and started stroking it with my fingertips, it was as hard as the three boys I had fucked. I stepped close to him, laid my head on his chest then started pulling it. I heard him moan softly then his right arm went around my waist. Hairy We held each other loosely while I fondled his erection. All of a sudden he cramped, gasped, then convulsed. The streams of cum gushing from the end of his cock coated my hand and dripped to the floor. When he stopped quivering I stepped away, avoiding his eyes I wiped my hand on my gown then hurried back to my room. I couldn't sleep. I was ashamed of what I’d done. I was thrilled at what I’d done. The shape and size of my father's erection lingered on my fingertips, I studied the large wet smear on my nightgown wondering if I could touch him again. She really did look as if she was about to shit herself. He then got behind me and worked his cock in my ass. First I felt a tinkle then asian a full spray as Jen and I consumed her recycled wine. Cool. "Does your offer Hairy still stand?" I was really getting her off,I could tell by how anal her juices flowed down onto my hand. I told him we planned the blowjob and about the buzzer." Although the walk was probably only a couple of minutes, it seemed to be an teen hour long in a maze with no end in sight. They burst into japanese people’s homes, hungry for the bodies and souls of the living. When he handed me the fresh drink, he admonished me, “Careful.