I quickly put on my shorts and hope Dad doesn’t see my hard on. Dad has seen my cock before, seeing it soft wouldn’t bother him nor I; Dad and I go swimming all the time and I’ve seen my Dad’s dick many times. He has always been open about sex with me and I guess with Audrey too. “Son, may I japan come in?” “Sure, Dad.” Dad opened the door to see me standing with only shorts on. “You, okay, son? I heard Audrey was in here.” “Dad, I’m sorry I chewed her out, I didn’t mean to get her upset I was just, well you know what happens in the mornings?” “I understand, son. We all need privacy and she needs to know that. Anyways we’re off to the market. Mom is making Chicken soup porn for dinner tonight and a few other goodies. I could really use some help if you’re willing.” “Sure, Dad. ”Dad came over to me and put his strong hands on my shoulders. fetish “You’re a good man, Robert.” Dad patted my shoulders, turned and left my room. I left my room and got into the shower. After cleaning up and giving myself a quick shave I threw my shorts back on, no underwear, then put on my muscle shirt. I loved showing off my arms to the ladies. We piled into the car, Audrey sitting next to me in the back seat, she was still a little upset with me. I put my arm asian around her and kissed her saying I was sorry. “I’m sorry, too Robert.” She leaned her head into my chest and I must admit it was kind of sexy. She put her hand on my abs and rubbed them. I consciously stopped myself from having a woody in my shorts. That would have been embarrassing. We arrived at the market and we got out of the car. Mom went and bought one medium parsnip, two carrots, one leek and an onion, and celery. The chicken was being thawed in the refrigerator at home. Mom went and got some Salmon as well, about a pound or so, and soon we were on our way home again. The trip didn’t take long, about half an hour. That’s something about my parents, when they go shopping they do it so we get what we need and we can relax for the rest of the day, unless you’re Mom. Her job was just getting started. We got home, the day was hot so I decided to take my muscle shirt off and walk around half naked all day. By the afternoon, I could smell the soup cooking. Mom had cut the vegetables up into bite sized pieces and she did the same for the chicken, she had put everything, well almost everything into the water and let it simmer for a couple of hours. The meat had started falling off of the chicken’s bones. Mom strained the broth with the colander and she seasoned the broth with salt and pepper and proceeded to take the meat off of the bones. She then added the meat and some carrots to the broth and then added the noodles. Now it got weird. My Mom called for my Dad to come to the kitchen. I thought it strange that Dad was needed and also when he passed me, okay like I said it was weird, my Dad’s cock was hard. I could see the outline japanese of it through his cut offs. You've been thinking about it over and over, playing with yourself alone in your bed, aching for another man to give you what you crave.” And with her husband out of the relationship, she would be obviously japanese looking for another situation to help her take care of her children. I was reliving that moment over and over, feeling my pussy dripping with excitement. “Wow! The girl receptionist gave me a dirty look when we collected the key and in the lift Tony told me to take porn the dress off. "Come on, I showed you earlier,open wide and suck and lick it" “You have nothing to give me,” I cried out, cackling my words through my mania, “nothing I want!” Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. The waitress nodded and made a note on her pad before turning, stopped by Lacy’s almost timid voice, asian “U-umm…” Moved to my chest licking on my nipples. You don’t treat your best friend like that.” Ashley said with tears running down her face. She wet her lips and leaned in closer. japan "And boy, that woke him up really fast!" Things began to change immediately. “Am I?” Zander grinned, and with a fetish wave of his hand, conjured an ethereal image of me bare-backing Prestira Rasloraca against a foggy window.