I would be lost without her.My cum erupted from my cock, flooding Karen's hungry mouth. The slut groaned as my cum pumped into her. She shuddered, swa...lowing drop after drop, greedy for my taste. Her hands massaged my balls, working out every drop she could."That was amazing, Karen," I panted. "You still know how to please me."Karen had tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so happy, Master. Thank you for your cum. I missed it so much."I wiped her tear from her cheek with my tongue as Mary. They had regular shouting matches ending with Heather screaming, "You're not my father!" As the months went by, Heather felt like her mother was clearly choosing sides against her. She swore she would get out as soon as she could. Heather took a part-time job at a photography shop downtown at the beginning of her senior year. The owner, a Japanese man whose real name she couldn't pronounce (she called him Mr. Yumi, like his customers did), was very pleased with Heather's work and promised. “Before Frankie brings what she owes, do you have what is owed to her?” Bill asked with his hands placed akimbo.“The fuck are you talking about?” Dante wrinkled his nose, leaving his eyes like slits.“The twenty-percent for her running around and selling your… stuff.”“That’s for me and her to discuss, old man, so butt out.”“No wait, Dante, he’s right,” Frankie said. “You brought it, right?”“Yeah, so about that.” Dante swivelled back to her and pursed his lips. “I’m only giving you ten. She crawled onto the bed lay on her back with her legs slightly spread giving Timmy a perfect view of her little pussy."Are you going to do it to me now Timmy?" Mandy, I can't do it to you you're my sister and your not supposed to do it to your own sister." He said. "Boy I wish she wasn't my sister, I want to fuck her more than anything." He thought."It's O.K. to do it to your sister." She said." "It is not, Mandy." "Is so." "Is not" "Is so, I can prove it." "Prove it, how can you prove it.".