It was a hell of emotion. It was humiliating pain, and yet it was most enjoyable.He overturned me, pulled me by my hair, and got me four-legged. He sl...pped my butts, smelled them and kissed them. He licked my wet pussy. He stood on his knees before he screwed his dick into my pussy. He kept me unmoved by holding my hair and waist while he continued to fuck me harder and deeper.I had no choice but to enjoy sweet pain out of his lower waist, hitting my butts. His balls tingled on my pussy each. I could constantly hear mom moaning, “Aaaaahhhhhh.. aaaaahhhh… yesss… ohhhh… yesss..”Dad in between dad was saying, “Yes, bitch. You dirty fucking bitch.”After an hour, mom and dad opened the door. When mom came out, she was not wearing bra and her boobs and hard rock nipples were visible. And her shorts were wet between her legs.I asked dad was he going somewhere? He said that he had to go for some office work. He told me to go on the dinner table.It was 9 pm. We were having dinner with mom. The girl was taken back by this language but just let out a surprised choking sound as she swallowed what seemed like a cup of hot dog drool.“OK, you two hot kiddos, break it up” the man finally said as he pulled on the dog's leash.“Christ, you two were hotter than two horny prom dates, you should be ashamed of yourself, honey!” Cindy's father snarled, jokingly.Cindy's face burned in embarrassment.“Daddy, I don't want that dog around here anymore!” She huffed, loudly.“Ah, c'mon. I was only. ‘Obviously,’ Finn seconded. ‘She’s the pastor’s daughter, and will be staying close to home--especially now.’‘Ginny will be there, almost certainly,’ I continued, ‘and her father. That’s everyone, then.’Finn nodded. ‘We’ll have to see.’The picnic grounds by the house were crowded, but Paul and Katie hadn’t made it far. Finn and I found them easily and traded their baby for ours before finding the potluck table and placing our dishes down, and then heading off to roam and see who we would.