I guess if he was raping her everything would change. This is something she was willingly as an adult engaging in. I had managed to fall back to sleep...just before day break. When I awoke again I heard her and her father in the kitchen and smelled breakfast cooking and fresh brewed coffee in the air. I had the covers over my head so and was facing toward the couch so when I awoke they couldn't tell if I was or not as I hadn't yet moved much. I could hear them talking and heard a kiss or two and. Darauf hin Mutti: „Komm mal her mein Junge“ Als Chris vor ihr stand fragte sie ihn, was aus seinem schönen steifen Riemen geworden sei, mit dem er sie ficken wollte. „Der ist geschrumpelt, weil ihr euch nur noch um Katja gekümmert habt“ beschwerte sich Chris. „Ok, dann bist jetzt wieder du am Zug. Knie dich auf die Bettkante mit dem Rücken zu mir und dann streckst du deinen kleinen Knackarsch schön nach oben“ gab Ellen ihrem Sohn Anweisungen, wie er sich ihr präsentieren sollte. „Ich hatte. “Little Miss Moist sat on a joist, playing with her creamy pussy. What about that? Now that’s a nursery rhyme I want to hear more about,” chuckled Lauren, revelling in the discomfort evident on Katie’s face. “Would you like to hear a story about Little Miss Moist before you went to sleep Kitty?”“Yes Miss,” Katie responded meekly, knowing by now the role she had to play in Lauren’s cruel game. Knowing did not make participating any easier. Each time she was forced to degrade herself, she felt a. I was about to go to bed and end my night when he asked, "Hold old were you when you did it the first time?" Sixteen," I said. Not something I was proud of, but why lie?His hand was now on my leg, and he said, "Please don't go to bed just yet, I have more questions but I want, well, I want a woman's opinion."I smiled. Suddenly I knew anything we talked about would never get back to his dad. "Okay, ask away."I turned so I was facing him instead of the television, folding my left leg under me,.