Her hips were raised and I could see his huge dick disappearing in her tight pussy. There was a trickle of blood as Shara’s tight chut was bleeding ...ith this monster cock’s thrusts.“Og Fareed oh maaa oh mar gayee aur.” Shara was hugging him tighter and tighter. Fareed’s big balls were slapping against her ass cheeks and she was going wild with excitement. As usual I came quickly but did not leave my place. I was enjoying the sight of black skin against white, sheer feminist against brutal. "Really mom? You wouldn't mind? You think Dad would actually want to?" Well as far as your dad wanting to, that's obvious. He is a man, after all, I don't think he could resist that body of yours whether you're his daughter or not. And myself, I'm warming up to the idea. I actually feel pretty bad, because I haven't had sex with your dad in probably five years..and that isn't fair to him at all. I was thinking, its his birthday in two days, why don't we surprise him and you can be his birthday. Dawn was dead.He jumped on her and began to administer CPR."Dawn!" he cried. "Don't be dead! Please! Don't be dead!"After a half hour of breathing and pumping her, there was still no reaction. How long had she been dead underneath him? Maybe for hours.He sat there on the side of the bed and wailed. Tears poured down his face."I shouldn't have mixed so many different tortures together all at once," he sobbed.He sat for a long time, pondering what to do.Then he removed the skewers and all the. I reviewed my plan for Harold should he make any more demands. When I felt as though I had everything worked out, I flipped the switch in my brain and fell quickly asleep. Harold was gone completely.I called Cindy's cell phone Sunday afternoon. I figured she and her brother would be up and moving by 1PM. "So Cindy do you want to meet me for dinner?" I asked."I'm sorry mom, but I have a date." She said it but didn't really sounds sorry at all. It was probably a date with someone she really.