He would ask to molest her body in some way and she would reply, “Just do it if you have too.” He would almost always walk away with his masculini...y stripped from him.I grew up feeling sorry for my father, then one day he shot himself. Mom never even realized that she was the cause.Then when I turned fifteen and my sister Tracey turned thirteen I asked her if I could feel her up. She replied, “Just do it if you have too.”Well, I didn’t hesitate one second. She basically said yes, because I. Her endurance had to be monitored.He had stood in the quiet obscurity of the shadows and observed. He had seen her creamy cheeks parted with dirty fingers, the soft pink of her anal opening provocative to the gaze of all. Her secret depths violated by long thick fingers. He had watched as they had licked at her buttocks, some savouring the taste of her juices and the lingering aroma of spent semen that dried upon her flesh.Long tongues that had feasted upon her thighs, piercing into her. With his cock never leaving her entrance, he gripped her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him once more as he stood tall. Thomas actually lifted her along the length of his shaft and slammed her down on his cock. He impaled her. The feeling was unbelievable. It seemed impossible that he could go so deep. Each time, he went in deeper, hitting something within her that both hurt and brought with it the strongest sense of utter relief. It made her want more. And, Thomas fucked. I almost considered it, but their leering gazes and sloppy attempts at flirtation made me a little sick and I withdrew.I had spoken to my mother the evening before; she was depressing me with interminable talk of Scott, our rich neighbor's son, who was in law school now. He and I had dated a little the previous year, and my mom was just agog with the idea that we might be a match. He was a nice enough guy, and I had even let him fool around with me a little, but the idea of being his girlfriend.