As I got home I'd avoid heading for the bathroom first to clean myself as all regular wives do. My main worry here was to retain as much cum as pos...ible into my pussy at the moment my husband began to fucke me. I had to avoid wasting that liquid even if accidentally leaked out along my legs off my cunt. I finally climaxed, moaning from so much lust with my legs shaking but this guy wouldn't care. I was also wasted by the regular pump of the rod! The damnfucker woudn't let me faint.. Strange to say, she never speaks to dad.I think it all started with her, the isolation from moving from the city to further North and in the wilds. I was fifteen when she left and starting to feel the loneliness and the sudden affection from daddy. Mother was heavily pregnant with my future sister and had decided to be nearer the hospital back in the capital with our relatives, leaving myself and my k** brother to cope with the work, during the summer break.Danny was two years younger than me,. Then I led him to the couch and tried to straddle him, all the time trying to breast feed him as I knew that he really got off on that. Slowly with considerable difficulty I got the end in, then rolling us both over, I mad ehim sniff a stimulant and a popper. He went absolutely wild pumping and shagging into me deeper and deeper but he was so wide now he could not get inside my cervix. I was totally sated, and he kept it up nearly all day repeatedly stopping after ejaculating, then returning to. “If you could be the sister of any female on TV instead of me in real life, who would you want your sister to be, Ms. Kelly?”“Well that’s easy! I’d want to be one of the Reed sisters from that show, ‘Sisters’. But they have money so there’s no point in wishing for that, ‘cause it’s never gonna happen.”“Those sisters love each other and prove it all the time. They don’t crack on each other and put each other down like I do with you. We’re more like Pepper and Rita Gayheart from American Horror.