Her weary fingers still danced in the air, her voice heavy with fatigue kept chanting. Her hands dropped suddenly to her lap and her voice stopped. I ...ould hear her panting for breath, her breath steamed in the cold air. She looked bone tired, her clothes were sopping wet, and she shivered as the cold stole her body heat."Was it worth it, girl? All this for that yoke, I wouldn't have done it for you without others to help," my guide was curt but her face was worried."Some debts must be paid in. I'd take my manicured hands to his trousers, undo his pants,kneel in front of him and immediately begin sucking him off while hestood in front of me in a power position. It wasn't uncommon for him tograb my pigtails and use them as handles as he fucked my pouty-lippedmouth over and over. But before long, he'd always pause, pick me up andbend me over the bed, my round breasts resting on the stained sheets.He'd take his saliva covered cock and shove it into my ass.Unfortunately, he was also one. Betty heard the urgency in his voice and went crazy. A man was going to cum inside her! A man was going to dump his load of spunk down her pussy, fill her cunt with that white hot stuff she and Annie had giggled about so often. How she had envied her girlfriend and some of the others when they told her about climax, about when a guy pops off and starts squirting his stuff. Then it had sounded terribly messy. But now she bristled at the thought of having Hank's white-hot jizz spurting inside. I loved the way it felt, but I didn’t understand it. Once when we were younger and they were playing house with me as the baby, my penis got stiff from all the fondling and diapering and leaked a little fluid. My sisters all made faces, but Gina, who was playing the mother, wiped it off on her fingers and stuck them in my mouth. “That has to go right back where it came from,” she said in an oh-so-mom kind of way as she made me lick her fingers clean. Eventually the girls started getting their.