So I run up to the door and open it and it looked like she had put on the most reviling clothes she could find, she pushed me into the house walked in...and went toward the sofa. She then sat down and spread legs wide open, so much in fact you could see her thong. She had on hand on her pussy and the other playing with her breast while she looked me dead in the eyes with a look of a hungry tiger stalking her pray. She told me that she had asked me a question and that I had failed to answer. Now. I have better things to do than watch some punk spank himself. I just saw that you were online and needed to tell you something.’ ‘But . . . isn’t this like . . . an invasion of privacy?’ Ciara’s fat, full lips curved in a delicious smile. ‘Tommy. I own this building. I own your apartment. I own you. If you don’t like that you can pack up your shit and get the fuck out.’ Tommy breathed heavily as he stroked the rest of his ejaculation from his stiff cock, much of his gargantuan nut still stuck. Carol peaked through the slats of the door, and saw our sister, Nancy on her back on the kitchen table. John was between her legs using his mouth to bring her to an orgasm.“John – hurry up and finish eating me. Oohh. Carol and Randall could be here any minute,” Nancy said with urgency in her voice.“I’m munching just as quickly as I can, honey. You’re the one who wanted a quickie before breakfast.”“Shut up and suck on my pussy, John-boy.”That remark made Carol giggle a little. I put my hand over. I couldn’t stop. He stirred, and I crawled a few feet away, afraid of what was behind me. I stood and dashed to my chair in the corner. I didn’t dare look at him and I didn’t dare leave the room. What if he left again? “Jesus Christ! You’re the cunt and I’m the one feeling bad because you’re fucking crying?” I heard the cry in his voice. That helped me to stop. “I am the cunt,” I whispered, looking at the floor. I found the courage to look at his face and I saw his tears. “I am! I am a cunt!” I.