Her hands rested on my shoulders as I felt her weight pin me down on the couch. "No.." I sighed. We kissed again, our tongues darted in each other's ...ouths and against one another. Her warm and minty mouth turned me on tremendously. She sucked on my lips and pushed her hands closer together until they rested on my breasts. I rubbed down her sides, moaning as she groped me tenderly. We were both in heaven. She laid her head beside mine as I felt her warm breath whirling around my neck. I was. Because he truly had no idea where to even start.He struggled with Sierra’s urge to run. He understood it – she’d raised herself, essentially, and been punished for showing emotion, had everyone she cared about ripped away by a callous, impersonal system that had damaged her more deeply than she even knew. They weren’t so dissimilar, but his response to it had been different. She’d been taught to hide her emotions, not to show any vulnerability, never to cry in front of someone ... she was. Dad told Butch to go in the house and wait for him and not to say a word to mom about what we had been doing. After Butch left dad asked how long I had been sucking my brother and who taught me to do it. I was honest and told him that I just learned by my self and besides Butch liked me doing him and that it was all my idea. To my surprise instead of being mad he asked if I had ever sucked any other boys, I admitted that I had. He then asked if I had ever tasted cum, I told him no. My dad. He started fucking me hard, pulling my hips towards him, his balls smacking against my pussy. He went faster, and harder, and deeper. I started getting loud.“Yes… yess… fuck.. yess. FUCK. Fuck me… mmmmm. Mmmm” I moaned, and gasped, getting louder, and louder.He smacked my ass in sync with every thrust. We were getting louder, and things were getting so intense. My body was on fire, and I felt myself starting to writhe- I knew I was going to cum.Suddenly, we heard his front door knob open, and a.