He was talking to the boy who was now standing on the stairs behind him, while still looking down at me, 'You like that fuck, you fucking slag cunt', ...e continued, his vitriolic language emphasizing his dominance, taking me down a peg or two, just to show that under my veneer of upper class, he could fuck me in the most base manner and make me enjoy it, despite my airs and graces.'You see John, these upper class cunts don't get a good fuck, unless we do it', and as he stepped aside and let this. ”“If you find yourself available, just call. I think we could have some serious fun together, and who knows where it might lead.”We heard the door to the den open and Bethany came out. She saw us in the kitchen and asked Connie if she could talk to me privately. Connie immediately agreed and went upstairs. I was happy to hear her door shut. She was indeed a different person. But right now, that was beside the point.“Are you calmed down enough to talk to Joyce?” Bethany asked.“I really don’t. It was a real hoot, Ive gotta tell you. The only problem was… I was getting bored. Where was the novelty of fucking your 11-year old daughters holes when you could do it every weekend? I wondered how to up the stakes. I was hanging out with my pal Jim, and we were talking about which women wed had who let us fuck their asses (all of mine, like they had a choice), when I let slip something about how the tightest, sweetest asses are the youngest. How young are you talking about, Buddy? an excited. . . .?”“Very much so Jan,” I replied throatily, “I must confess, I’ve wanted to shag you into a puddle of goo for a long time. Now, however, they are enjoying themselves, I don’t see why we cannot do the same. I am as horny as all get out and I NEED to be inside a pussy asap.” Janet pulled slightly away from me and allowed her dress to fall to the floor.“I must admit, the sight of Kate riding Bill’s dick like that was both saddening and erotic. I must warn you though, when I cum I am quite.