It had become a routine. Every other Wednesday afternoon, Julie would visit the Larson home. Bob arranged his work schedule so that he could be home s...ortly after the noon hour. Julie would be waiting for him on his bed, naked, or sometimes in some very sexy lingerie. Although her breasts had enlarged to a full "B" cup, and the triangular mask hiding her labia continued to fill in, her vagina remained the tightest that Bob had ever enjoyed. How many times had he been inside her since that first. . I'm almost there, Dad ... Jesus ... I love fucking this, bitch!" my boyfriend said, laughing breathless and I rolled my ass for him, screwing my cunt onto his prick like I'd never let him go."She's a good one alright," Mr. Summers agreed and he pushed his cock into my mouth again, catching me right this time and I groaned as his thickness pressed into the tight confines of my delicate throat."Christ ... I'm going to cum ... Fuck! I don't wanna cum yet!" Allen practically shouted with urgent. Regardless of the weird situation I was in, or the fact that I must be having a dream, I was completely embarrassed and yelled at her about knocking and not just walking in. But no one had walked in. No one had forgotten to knock. I wasn’t looking at my niece looking back at me. I was looking at my own reflection in the mirror. This dream had just gone from weird to ridiculous. I reached back and turned the light on. In the mirror, I saw a reflection of my 11 year old niece with her shorts. Ries held Mary more firmly with his left arm as she began moving about. "Stay still young lady. You are not going anywhere until I am done with you," he said sternly.She was now frantic over his lap. "My God he's burning me up, she thought to herself as she gripped the legs of the chair to hold on.”He was starting to admire his work on Mary’s bottom. He had settled down into a steady spanking rhythm that kept her bottom shaking and her body squirming. He could hear her starting to moan and gasp.