Not Barry...

A man stood in the doorway, a man who was clearly not Barry.

You couldn't speak, you couldn't explain this. He'd just walked in on a hot girl riding a dildo in a bathroom.

"Friend of my sons?" He asked, smiling

You just nodded your head,

"Thought he was gay?"

You nodded again,

"A shame," he smiled down at you, "You enjoying that?"

You halted for a second, and then nodded, a tad ashamed.

"You know it's not just black guys that are big?" He laughed,

"Really..." You asked,

He smiled again, shut the door behind him, and whipped out his own. It was, long, and thick, not as big as the dildo, but still.

"You're hard..."

"I just walked in on a total wet dream riding a dildo, of course I am,"

"I have to stop." You said, starting to slide off the dildo,

"Don't stop on my account, he smiled, how about you continue, and I'll just watch, Barry doesn't have to know,"

You fell back down on it, and moaned, "Good girl," he said, as he started stroking himself.

You stared at his big cock as you rode the dildo, you felt so naughty, Barry's dad watching you get off, as you watched him get off. Your attention was fixed on his meat, it was enough to just let him watch... right?