” She sniffled and stopped crying long enough to squeeze my cock through my shorts and smile at me. I asked her, “So, reading that text message is...what brought last night on?” “No, what brought last night on was what I saw yesterday afternoon.” Now I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and reached her wet pussy. I slowly ran one finger up and down her slit, just toying with her. “Do you want me to finger your cunt?” She let out a little moan and said, “Yes, please finger me, I’m so wet right. I won't even pay for it."Miranda said, "Right idea, wrong victim, Dumb Ass. I'm going to carve my initial in your belly and then fuck your ass with your own knife."He backed off and laughed menacingly. "Come on, Bitch. It's time for you to suffer. He was a little taller than she. He weighed more. I felt sorry for him. A couple of tables were moved back as the man was intent on finishing his fight inside.I looked over at the bartender who said, "He does what he wants where he wants. Greg does,. Then pull down and then back up. Move your hand around. Spit some more. Lick the tip. Try to put more of it in your mouth." said Crystal. "Like this??" said Candy. I grunted. "Yeah! Just like that bitch." Crystal moaned.Crystal turned to kiss me on the lips. I leaned down to meet her lips. Her mouth tasted great as we exchanged tongues. After a few minutes she broke our kiss. "Fuck! You can kiss Buck. That was really good. I need some of that big sausage now. Get off him bitch. Let a pro have a. But Kate was always pretty level headed. I guess they made a good pair - Kate was Angela's better judgement and Angela challenged Kate and took her out of her comfort zone.Kate is my step-daughter - I had moved in with her mother Sarah when Kate was 8 or so. I had watched her grow up through her tom-boy stage and into a stunning 19 year-old. We were always close and enjoyed each other's company. It did not take me long to think of her as my daughter. Her real dad made half-hearted attempts at.