"That evening in her bedroom, she deliberately chose a thin, white nylon, see-through blouse and a short, white skirt. As she slipped into her outfit,...her mother came into the room.She eyed Gerta. "The blouse, yes. But take off the bra!" But, Mommie..." But Mommie, nothing. Who are you dressing for? Some kind of a priest?"Gerta laughed and removed the white bra. Taking a second look at herself in the mirror, she was pleased to see how her firm, young breasts puckered through the thin nylon. Her. I tweak her nipples with my tongue as she takes all of Jory into her mouth again and again, and he wraps his fingers tightly into both of our hair, pressing his dick down our throats as far as we can take it at each of our turns at sucking it down. Soon he is alternately fucking our mouths and watching us nip and tug at each others breasts until we are all so near the breaking point that we have to change positions or risk the fun all ending. With rough grease stained hands, Jory grabs at. She looked like a machine, a fuck machine, built just for this purpose of spit-roasting. every so often he would thrust real hard into her, and she would let out a muffled yelp with my cock in her mouth. the first scooted over next to her and began playing with her clit as the second fondled her tits and kissed the nape of her neck. i just sat back, enjoying the show and the blowjob. after a couple of minutes, the third leaned in on her, pumping quicker. she was pushed forward to where she was. She was not pleased with the idea. She was not sure how she would handle watching her 16-year-old daughter sadisticly butcher a 12-year-old. "No," Susan replied with a smile. "Elise is going to be adopted by Mr. Wilcox. They will be there tomorrow, to watch Miss Therriault get cooked. But neither of them will be hurt." "And how will she handle seeing her mother killed?" "Actually, I think she is looking forward to it. Apparently, Miss Therriault was a real bitch to.