Her bare slit and her red asshole were wonderfully displayed and I spent some time poking into her with several fingers, front and back. "Daddy looks ...orward to opening your bottom up." I bit her gently on her labia. She was tearing up a little now, having realized how utterly helpless she was. Misty was sitting beside Trixie's head, her arm around it, around those scarlet locks. She trailed her fingers across Trixie's face, finding the tears and painting Trixie's visage with what messages only. My father seemed slightly relieved by this and suggested that while I ought to keep a fairly close eye on things I should not to do anything 'radical' for the moment. He seemed especially interested in my personal descriptions and opinion of Charlie's general character and the fact that the strong and silent Charlie had very definitely gotten under my skin didn't escape my father's notice."You like him in spite of yourself, don't you," he replied after one of my regular very quiet visits down. She looked at Violet, who was clenching her kegels trying to push out the load, and shook her head. The opening to Violet’s vagina sucked and moved, but not a single drop of male-cum dripped out onto the spread, which was soaked with female cum. “Oh well,” Violet said, laying back on the bed, “I’ll pick up a Plan B at the pharmacy tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, come and lay beside me, lover-sis.” Kathleen smiled tiredly and crawled onto the bed next to her sister. They cuddled for a while,. He was one of these white guys who sagged their pants a little and wore his hat sideways. He was mid 20's, and you could smell that he already had a drink or two in him. He got in, and was really talkative for about 20 minutes. We went through a McDonalds drive through and he asked if I could loan him a couple bucks as his friends had his wallet (he was broke, it was obvious) and Tiffany suggested we go into a local liquor store for Rumchata and some other drinks they could drink on the way.