Something odd caught his attention each time the street lights illuminated her body. Now that he wasn’t in crisis mode, his mind was subconsciously ...dding up things that didn’t make logical sense. She should have more bruises.‘Yes’.Oh. Why did that make her feel worse than she already did? What did another pair of eyes on her during the worst moments of her life matter? She was letting him take her somewhere.“Was there another girl there?” she turned her head toward the window as she asked,. Finding a rest stop beside the interstate, Dad pulled the car to a stop in a darkened area of the parking lot. He beckoned his daughter to the front seat when Mom climbed into the back.Janie straddled her father's lap, his long hard cock sunk deep into her pussy. With her arms draped over his shoulders she started grinding her hips. Dad sucked and kissed her puffy nipples and kneaded her ass.Mom had removed her clothes and was in a sixty-nine position with her son. His tongue driving deep into. Han tu junab Khala 2 ke bad ab khala 3 suneye.Mae khala ko kis kerne ke sath us ke boobs ko daba raha tha aur us ka hath meri shalwar ke andar tha is ke bad keya hua ke mae nae us ki qameez ke button khole aur us ki bra jis ka rang kala tha aur us per bahut suit ker rahi thee ko thura neeche sirkaya tu ohhhhh gazab hua ke us ke breasts jab samne aye tu mae pagal sa ho geya aur pagloon ke tarha us ke mamey choomne laga jis se wo ahaah ahista aram se kerne lagi sath hi wo mere lund ko bhi masal. I swear I felt it twitch.One day we happened to meet in the foyer to the restrooms when with a conspiratorial leer and wink he slipped me a folded piece of paper. I locked myself in a cubicle and read while my stream hissed noisily into the commode:Good girls get kissed. Bad girls get spanked. And you are very good at being bad.Oh, gosh! How did he guess my secret fantasy? My husband was nice and considerate and thoughtful, but just once I’d like someone to take charge of me, to be rough with.