"Oh. You and Mrs. Kennedy must be becoming friends." Is there any reason we shouldn't be?" Not that I know of. You just don't seem that much alike." H...len says I'm 'refreshing.'" I suppose that's one way to put it," said Aunt Kate.Dinner was a big turkey, baked ham, squash, sweet potato, maize, stuffing, wild-rice casserole, deviled eggs, poppy-seed rolls, mixed vegetables, and whipped potatoes. Aunt Kate had helped Mom prepare it. They were both good cooks, so we all ate too much.The Kennedys. And the thought of who was doing it, made it even more stimulating and intense.My head was rocking and rolling, hair whipping about, my boobs were bouncing and swaying in time to the rhythm my Dad set as he fucked me from behind, "doggy style." Oh that's good, oh that is sooo good," I managed to gasp as Dad continued to use my body.Dad didn't let me get into any sort of rhythm, one second he would be hammering into me hard and fast, the next it would be slow, very, very, slow, but when he went. My Mums idea of a joke I guess. I took out my lipstick and repaired the damage Greg’s cock had done. I picked up my handbag and headed for the front room. The wine had really kicked in now and I was abit unsteady on my feet. I again nervously opened the door and entered. Ali, Chris and nick were sat on the sofa. All three with their pants and trousers around their ankles and with enormous hard ons in their hands. "Hey here she is” shouted Ali "the little slutty cock sucker, it must be. .. I gottatell you, I think there's a good chance you probably don't want to know."I shrugged again."Don't you realize that if I take your pictures on my phone, I'll be ableto blackmail you with them later?"I nodded."And you want to give me that power over you? I don't know if you shouldtrust me. I might use it to force you to do things for me."I shrugged, but then nodded again."I dunno, I still don't think it is smart. I'll be able to get you to dopractically ANYTHING. I could threaten you.