His grin disappeared, and his grip tightened in their hair again, causing them to wince in pain. “You’ll do it, and you’ll like it, or I’ll hu...t you some more.” His grip loosened somewhat and the girls looked at each other.Hesitantly, Zoe reached out her hand. “No Zoe!” Cynthia cried. She turned to look up at the man again, “Please, not her, she’s too young. I’ll do anything you want, but please, leave her alone!”Once again pain flared in her scalp as he gripped her hair. Through gritted teeth. He buckled. His leg hit the door with a thud. Mrs. Campbell jumped. She span around just in time to see a shadow dart away from the crack in the door. Ron moved swiftly down the stairs trying not to make even more disturbance. A chill came over him, realizing there was no way Mrs. Campbell had not seen him spying. Regardless, Ron sat back at the kitchen table trying to play it cool.A few minutes passed before he heard the stairs creaking again. He turned his eyes to the door and gulped. There. Frosted at the base with snow-white pubes, thick veins roped around and around the shaft that jutted up, ending in a dark brown helmet, smeared and glistening with pre-cum. The other hand glided her fingertips down the underside of the shaft, making Mr Bishal moan. That hand found the sagging ball sack, almost hidden in a mass of gray wiry hair as well, hot to her touch with each bloated orb heavily laden with saved-up cum. Focusing her gaze past the pulsing dick in her hands, Sister Mary. She said " I want you to fuck me now."Before I could do or say anything she reached down and positioned my cock at her hole telling me to stick it in. I slid easily inside her already wet pussy. She moaned softly as I penetrated her pussy.I pushed until I was all the way inside her.She said " come on stud fuck fuck me good make me cum. I want your cum inside me."We kissed hard as I pounded her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and I was as deep as I could go inside her. I was working hard.