"Mmm, good," remarked Carol taking a sip as she sat in Roger's lap. After a scorching kiss, she murmured, "I need a good fuck." I'd hoped you'd say th...t," he said. They downed their elixir in a couple gulps and dashed into the second bedroom.Stripping naked in seconds, Carol jumped on the bed, spread and waiting. Roger kissed up her soft white perfect legs until his tongue encountered the heat and moisture of a needy pussy. A couple circles around the target lips and clit had Carol arching and. Some portions were declared unconstitutional, but THE LAW is still in effect.I had hurt my baby. I made her bleed.In 1960 I could whale the living tar out of her and generally get away with it as long as I didn't break any bones. Husbands routinely punished their wives and husband rape didn't exist.Teenaged girls were seduced by the minute. Unless the age difference was extreme, the courts didn't get involved all that often, and when they did, lawyers by the score contended that she asked for. Or talking, either for that matter. We found each other's special spots, those areas that did certain things to us. I still did not penetrate her and she accepted that it would happen in my time. It was a major step for her in her acceptance of me as her true master.That evening's dinner saw us seated across and apart from one another. We were both on trial tonight. She may have gotten us this far but from here on out, we were in it together. She would glance down the long table at me from time. "God, Babs, keep it up! Rub my cock!"The boy groaned and Barbara grinned. She wrapped both of her small, soft hands around her brother's bursting hard-on, slowly stroking his prick.Greg moaned and began to stroke his sister's big throbbing tits. He rolled the long, stiff nips between his fingers over and over again until the young girl writhed in excitement. By now her little pussy was flowing with cuntjuice. She loved the lewd sensation of her brother's hands kneading and fondling her huge.