She could feel the words ripple through her soul like sound waves, but no sound had ever made her feel like this. What was going on?“Are you the rea... Jack?” The apparition only laughed. “Again, perception is everything. There is no “real Jack”, there is only Jack, the varying Jack for each and every person that he encounters. There is no single Jack, for to every person that perceives him, he is a completely new Jack, unique to the Jack that all others perceive. It is the same way for you;. “mmhh you’re hurting me mmhh” she yelled out. Again no reply, as if all he cared about was to please himself. She tried to move from under him. Even though it was very hard to stop enjoying what he was doing. He led out a growl and grabbed her shoulder and started to pull her back and fuck her harder. He moved his hand from her ass cheek and grabbed her head. She wanted to look back to take a look at who was fucking her, not to stop him, but to just take a look at the man who was fucking her so. Then I smiled at him, with the way of saying I can handle you anytime. Daddy came home in time to see Scotty cleaning up the family room. He had nothing but his boxers on and was folding up the quilt that lay on the back of the couch. Scotty told daddy she was in the shower. Daddy ran up the stairs to greet her with his dick hanging out of his pants. Scotty said under his breathe, that she may be a bit worn out, because she was just filled with him.As Scotty walked to his room, he heard. I think that was the whole purpose. That entry read, “Nine-oh-three he cum in my pussy again. We were in the kitchen, I was bent over the table, and he fucked me from behind.” She didn’t bother to clean me up that time and wandered off.When she came back she was smiling and took me with her into my mother’s bedroom. She had found Mom’s stash of dildos. In that drawer she found several butt plugs and plenty of K-Y Jelly. She let me watch as she greased one up and shoved it into her asshole..