You can look at me all you want to. But why would you think I hate you?"She looked away with embarrassment and told him the truth "It's just...I wasn'... having very sisterly thoughts when I was looking at you."James couldn't hide his relief that she still liked him, even without the alcohol and didn't manage to stop himself before he said "We weren't having very brotherly/sisterly thoughts last night either."She suddenly jerked back around to face him "That wasn't a dream?!"He saw a twinkle in. This time, his worry was evident.“Holly, are you ok?”“Yeah… I uh… just tripped over my feet,” she said as convincingly as possible.“Should we go home?”“No, I’m ok.”Clinging to Isaac’s arm with almost all her weight, she staggered with him into their theater. As she walked, her liquid arousal began to trickle down her legs. The sight that greeted her in that theater filled her with horror: it was a vast sea of people, almost every seat taken. Not only that, but the lights had not been turned. Who owns ya, slut? WHO OWNS IT HUH?” Loud whispers as he leaned over me once more, and I fucked him back hard, the pain not even there, only pleasure from the taking of my ass. My slicked asshole ran up and down his veiny shaft, the shivers went through me and I felt him fill me up and squeeze my waist harder. He was cumming. Yes, I thought, I made my Daddy cum again. His hot threads of milky spirals rushed into my asshole, splashed out as he fucked me like a stallion tool, hard and fast, to. I’ll write some pervy captions about what She made me do, and maybe a cartoon to depict that, and then I’m already in a state as I turn the page. If there’s more pics of Her then there’s a good chance I won’t get any further, unless they’re too explicit for me.It will probably take Her only one or two pics to make me do it in my pants again, and even though my windows are closed you can hear my pathetic moans for miles as She gradually takes me to ecstasy, the violent pumping into my underpants.