“Good,” she whispered as she leaned towards me and kissed my cheek and beneath my ear, “I wasn’t sure just how attuned you were to that part o... her emotions.” She brushed her lips over my cheek again and I felt my body quiver with a sensation that I shouldn’t be feeling. It was one thing to dream of fucking my sister, fantasizing over her as I beat off, but for mom to be kissing me like this was driving me crazy with a desire I shouldn’t feel . . . for my mom, no less.I tugged at the covers and. .. ?You cow!? she thought ?trying to marry me off, and with a relative for fuck's sake?.?To cheer herself up she got out The Knife soon after they had left. She played with it for a while, took a few photos with her camera on a tripod with the remote control, then lay naked on her back masturbating. ?There must be more I can do? she thought. The next day she wondered whether to ask her friend Tina over and get some different photos or even a video. She knew Tina would jump at the chance to get. "Vivian. Vivian," called out the voice.It sounded hoarse but also familiar. It sounded like the voice of her employer Principal Skinner. Her employer assumed by Crow Town to be dead. Vivian felt scared, her heart beating a little bit quicker.Oh no. My mind must be going nuts, Vivian thought.She wanted to tell Carlos to stop, as she heard this haunting familiar voice and that she was starting to hear things that weren't there."Carlos stop. Stop!!" Vivian said.When Vivian opened her eyes, she. I heard how his balls slapped against me, making my pussy soaking wet and making me moan louder and louder. It felt so amazing how he continued to ram my tiny ass and didn't show mercy. He fucked me faster and harder, now also by holding my hair and pull my head backwards, and with his other hand he continued to slap my asscheeks. I felt a little bit of pain after a while, he didn't care about it though, he didn't stop fucking my asshole as hard as he could, and it felt like it got even harder.