All the other shit they asked for was purely to determine that he was over eighteen. OK, I don't want to sound stupid, but are you a girl or a guy? Cya." Brendan heaved a sigh of relief as the connection was broken.
He began to fill in the registration, but when he came to the section that asked for a nickname he hesitated. " "Girl of course, and before you ask my dad has been fucking me for 4 years since I was 18. Do you do it with your mom or do you just wish you could? He hadn't expected to be asked such intimate questions, at least not from the start, and certainly wasn't comfortable about answering them.
His Mom interrupted his thoughts by pointing out the time, and together they went to the bathroom to clean each other up and dress before his Dad got home.
They made it with seconds to spare, and she was just dropping into the chair in front of the television when her husband walked through the front door.
This revelation suited Brendan perfectly, because now he could sneak sly peeks down her neckline at her perfect tits, and sometimes when she stooped or bent down, she inadvertently revealed her great ass or her meticulously shaven slit.
It hadn't occurred to him that he would need to sign up to access the site.
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Brendan checked the time on his computer and pulled a face. He fished in his pocket for the slip of paper and carefully typed in the link.