Shifting one more time as he bites her nipple he slams cock home. Before she can move he is in her soft folds to the hilt. He pounds into her now she ...an feel him hitting her cervix. He does not slow or care his rape complete in its intent now. She whimpers but can not fight the cool knife holding her well. He bucks into her over and over brutally raping her folds. He felt her folds reacting to his abuse almost as if welcoming him within her body. Her reaction makes him all the more excited. . >, Do you like being tied up? I wasn’t sure what the rules to this game were, so I plumped for the Englishman-in-Aya-Napa approach and simply went in headlong without thought of the consequences. >, That was only my second time, actually. And I’m sure you’ll recall being there for my first. The reply was obvious. >, Did you like it? Recalling the scene, the obvious answer was yes. I absolutely bl**dy loved it, in fact, and just dwelling on it for two or three minutes led me to have to. Through the reflection of the window I noticed my dad looking at me, my legs in particular. I looked down and found out why, my skirt has ridden up until just it was just a couple inches below my panties; exposing much of my thigh. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to look at him and even less say something, It would make things so awkward. I looked at him closer through the reflection, he was definitely checking my bare legs out thoroughly, good thing there were no cars in sight or we. She told us that they were both a little tight now and on the first day in Wales she took us both to a surf shop on the road to the beach. The proprietor was a fit, toned man of about thirty. He was not particularly good-looking but he was in good shape and his tight t-shirt showed his physique off nicely. He selected wet-suits for me and my sister off the rails. He suggested we tried them on but to keep our underwear on whilst we did so. I saw him casting an interested eye over my sister…she.