I stared as if by staring at them they will dissappear and my underwear would appear, but that magic didn't happen. Instead, I noticed music wasn't that loud no more, and that same old confident voice from earlier today said: "Naughty, asian japanese teens oriental naughty big brother; don't you know it's rude to go through somebody's private belongings without asking them first? Very rude." She freaked me out a bit, I was a kind of slow and mentally not so much present; alcohol and work and Jessy's behaviour today, and mom's behaviour... all these thoughts took a toll on me. I jumped and looked at her in the small mirror in front of me, she was smiling at me. She rested her head on my shoulder and hugged me thight around my waist. "Don't ignore me. I missed you, what took you so long? I showered and went straight to my room hoping you'll be here by the time I finished. Where were you?" I was still a bit not myself, I shaped my lips to say something but instead I kept my mouth shut. Jessy kissed my back, and smiled at me, I smiled back. Unwrapping her hands and going out of the room. I throwed my shirt to the bed and closed the door behind me. As I was closing the door Jessy asked: "Are you okay, Mikey? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry if I shouldn't have moved my things here, I thought you wouldn't mind. Mom said you wouldn't." I stepped back to see her, I thought I was gonna make her cry so I went to her for a hug and she started smiling asking me again if I was okay to which I have replied affirmatively, saying: "It's probably dad's whiskey. I didn't drink that much lately, and I think I drank too much tonight. I'll just take a cold shower and I'll be okay, don't worry." She nodded as I kissed her forehead, then, not planned at all, I took another sneak peek at her breasts, only then realizing she had no bra under that spaghetti strap shirt and her nipples were hard as my dick. I quickly, as nonchalantly as possible turned around and went to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom I hit the door with my heel closing them almost, undressing immediately and throwing my dirty clothes in a laundry basket. I took off my watch and placed it into one of the two bathroom cabinets, then I entered the shower, turned on the water and as soon as the cold water touched my body I felt like myself again. My brain was shocked and my blood was running through my veins in two minutes top. It was exactly what I needed. Then I made sure the water temperature was right before I started washing myself. Waited for the warm water and I washed my face, my hair with a shampoo and then started soaping my whole body very carefully. I kind of always enjoyed touching myself, not just my dick, but all over; and I'm probably not the only one. My abs, tho not visible that much, gave me confidence boost whenever I slided my hand over them, my underarms were interesting to look at as I moved my hands, triceps as well... the line from my obliques to my back; when I was working out in the highschool obliques were #1 muscle to attack, I loved any exercise that would hit them and make them burn, and that's probably one of the reasons I lost my virginity with 15, cause what turns on an average teengirl more than teenage boy with "ripped abs" and pretty face. It felt godlike to touch myself in the bathroom. I wasn't especially big or anything, nothing like those bodybuilders, but defined enough to like my body. Big hands, big legs, and nice abs... I looked okay to myself. And I should thank dad for it. As I washed soap from my body I then started soaping my dick, I always saved the best for last. Shower did me good. I was feeling much better and I was barely 3 minutes in the shower. My hands gently reached for my dick, one hand pulling the skin the other washing the head, reaching for my balls, massaging them while washing my precious tool. Of course with the blood rushing through my veins and my thoughts came back. Since I left this place, this house, ladies in the house changed big time. Mom seemed like she was happier every day, dad definitely was satisfying her needs, I know that for certain. And the way she spoke of his dick, how she wanted him to fuck her mouth and make her swallow it all... I started stroking my dick to all these thoughts, and then I remembered her ass teasing my dick in the kitchen, her hand stroking me through the clothes... saying all those dirty things to me, thinking it was dad, sliding her ass up and down, if only I dared to fuck her right then and there, how much horny she was she might not even be mad about it... unless I came too fast, which I probably would have, if I'm being honest. It's mom we're talking about. “We need to get your cherry popped. “We scried him and his wife, Dr. Bailey. My husband's the one who set up that entire hotel room situation that night, when he paid Rico to come over to our hotel room, and fuck me. What Carl didn't plan on, was that Rico would bring his black friend, Henry, over with him; and that all three men would end up taking turns gang-banging me, one right after another. Belinda shrugged and slipped her weapon over her shoulder as she took the reins of Darlene's and Seraina's steeds and lead them away from the group of uniformed constables. I needed to do something fast. He began to kiss her neck, and she turned her head to give him full access. She was much shorter than Amber and Shannon but built with a smaller frame that suited her height perfectly. "Oh my god! As I leaned over her both hands on her back and slid them up to her shoulders, my shat slid down her crack and I could feel her wetness dripping against me. As I moved back down her shoulders to her lower back, slowly, both hands on her, the movement cause my hips to push forward. Her own hands deftly get my slacks undone and my now fully attended 8 inches is bobbing in the chill of the air conditioning. Carol didn’t hesitate to take advantage, and she slid her mouth around the tip, closing her lips around it, peering upward to see my reaction. “What I wanted?!” I growled, shaking Passion, “Do you think I wanted this?!” Most of the time I forget that it’s there.” They were so intimidated by me that they leapt at my every word. Her breasts were mounded nicely, her stomach flat and her downy pussy was red with excitement and still wet from her orgasm. I took a deep breath, prayed to any god that would listen, and clasped the knob. “What?” he replied asian japanese teens oriental in a panic. “And I'm right here,” my sister said, pulling out her fingers.