As she walked into the bathroom more cum gurgled from her pussy, sitting down on the toilet she remembered her last fucking; but who could it have bee..., she remembered dropping of to sleep after he cum inside her, so it must have been either Bert or his father, they’d told her that none of the others would be allowed to cum up her again.Bert had worked out the rota it would start the next morning with Alan being first; they all knew now that it would be only Bert and his father that would go. Since you jack off non-stop, how many times did you get off on the ride? I heard at least three.”“Really, Carmen?” he asked. “I have a stick through my shoulder, and her calves are locked up. It isn’t like we have a choice about it happening.”“Way to make me feel like you care there, Grant. It was your idea that we go sneak off when they said a big storm could happen anytime. You bug me all summer long to pop our cherries together. I wasn’t the one that got hard when they put us on the. Since I couldn't see what was going on, I had to rely on my ears. Ilistened to any sounds that might have given me clues as to where theelevator was taking Buffy-Mike, but the steady purring of themachinery, although by no means loud, drowned out everything else.Naturally, the elevator was in all likelihood little more than a prop,a superficially functional piece of the set to give form to forcesthat the human mind could not comprehend, but I was nonethelesscurious to know how it worked and. Don't you?" As if in answer to his query, Tracy's vaginacontracted around him. "Yes, Trace. That's right sweetheart. Fuck me Tracy. Fuck me back, honey." Jack leaned forward a bit, taking both of Tracy's smallbreasts in his big hands. While he rolled her tiny nipples between his thumbs andfingers, Jack Merrick began to fuck his daughter.As the minutes slipped by, Jack delivered his long slow strokes to his daughter,Tracy. After awhile he moved one hand down to her pussy. Resting the.