Your hand travels under the covers to your growing cock, cupping it, gently tugging on it. Just as you start to really stroke it, your sister walks th...ough the door wearing a tight tank top and panties. You freeze as she glances over at you, giving you a quizzical look before getting into her bed. You quickly turn to the side so she won't notice and sigh as you dream about having more privacy.Suddenly the room is filled with a bright, nearly blinding light and you immediately sit up in your. Both her asshole and his cock were soaked and she started making all sorts of noises.The third guy stuck his cock into her mouth and she started sucking quite hard on it, she was in sexual fever-she was covered in dirt and sweat, her cunt and asshole were dripping juice onto the ground and her face was covered in cum, saliva, eyes glazed over-boy,she wanted to cum!I sucked him, squeezed his balls, crowled behind him and started sucking his asshole as I rubbed his dick.I heard a noise and took. She’d heard Patrick screaming out his love for me. She saw me fucked and blissful. Nothing could be more terrible than that.“No, your friend. I sent it to voicemail.” He skimmed his fingers down my arms, caressing the goosebumps. “Do you want to sit down? You’re shaking.”Blindly I sat and heard Patrick rustling around in my kitchen. He cooed at Rufus and I heard him open a can for him—thank God. Poor cat must’ve been traumatized.He walked out a few minutes later with a glass of water and. Over time,however, our meetings changed in character. It became moreand more himfucking me without the reach-around, more and more blowjobsfrom which I gotless and less in return. In short, I was allowed fewerand fewerorgasms, while he used me more and more like a fuck-toy. Notthat that wasn'tvery sexy, I just wanted to cum more often. So oneWednesday eveningwhere we had met up at the Bates Motel, I turned toconfront Daddywith this before we started fucking. He heard me out andI was.