Tim pulls and thrusts over and over, faster and faster. Feeling his balls bounce against Abbie there, she is moaning louder and louder. She does not...want Tim to stop. It is a hard fuck, but so needed for both of them. Abbie’s ass and thighs still sting from the onslaught they just had, but that adds to the wonderful sensations crashing through them both.Tim, feeling the heat from Abbie’s ass and thighs, increases his desire. Pounding against Abbie and feeling her small sacks hitting his. ”“I don’t like this dropping out bit,” Dad said. “And designing computer games doesn’t sound like a sound career prospect.” Great. First they were complaining that he was boffing their virgin -- in their dreams -- daughter without putting a ring on her finger. Now, Dad, and Mom was nodding agreement, was judging him bad husband prospect.“Well, Dad, four years ago, you would have been entitled to your opinion, although you don’t know any more about the market for game designers than I do. Four. Dave and I want to be your family. We know we could never replace your mother, but we want to give you a home where you will be safe and loved.“Believe me, Tammy, I know all about losing your family. My father was also killed in a terrible crime. I was so distraught after I lost him that I feared I might not recover. But I did recover, thanks to the right person being there for me at the right time. Do you know who that person was? It was Dave. He was there for me, comforting me, being a. It was the look Mom usually had when she was concocting a plan. God knows what was going through her mind."Uh, maybe," I stammered as I tried to take the initiative, "Maybe I could do it in something bigger. Like uh, one of those breakfast bowls. The ones we eat cornflakes out of," The words drifted into silence as the more I said the stupider I sounded.Mom gave me a look that would make the Hulk think twice. She stared at the plastic beaker and slowly rotated it in front of her face..