Her fingers strayed between her thighs and she began to play with her clit, wanting to orgasm as he did. There was a warm feeling in the pit of her st...mach, and something she had never felt before rushed over her like a wave, just as the boy thrust his own hips at her as hard as he could, and stopped, his cock jerking inside her, as he let his white juices fill Liz’s pussy.Liz woke with a start, as she realised she was dreaming, but her own hands were wet, as was the sheet below her. there were. My father had never been one for the big tourist hotels. I first met Lia when we were both less than ten years old. Although we only met for two weeks each summer and we could hardly communicate in actual words, a close friendship developed between us, and… well, eventually a romance, of sorts,. By the time I got to sixteen it had developed into an extremely heavy romance as well. All rather strange, because Italian parents kept a very close reign on their daughters in those days, and probably. We could get a room over at the Coast…”The subtle sarcasm in the joke took a moment to get past Becca’s anger, but when it did, she blurted out a half-snorted laugh.“Or if you know of a place that doesn’t have bedbugs…”She laughed again, and she was sure that Junior heard. “You guys are too sweet, aren’t you?” She liked these guys. There was no posturing with them- no sense that they were trying to get anything from her that she didn’t want to give.She glanced over at John Junior. Mary had. As I looked between my fathers still hard dick and my brother licking my pussy, I whimpered. I wanted my brother to eat me out but I also wanted more of my fathers cum. My father smiled at seeing how much I wanted his cum while still wanting to be licked. He motioned for my brother to get on the bed at the head of the bed. He obeyed and sat there, waiting. Father then motioned for me stand on all fours facing my brother and my backside towards himself. I frowned but obeyed. My father gripped my.