‘Why do you talk to me that way, if you are so fucking nice’ she said. I said ‘Because its true. Not the way you might think, I will never hurt ...ou, just run you crazy. It’s the fucking truth.’ ‘Really?’ She looked over at me and then away. This was a nice girl, very nice. So I said ‘All I am good for is fucking. I do it with whores, I do it with anyone who says okay. Okay?’ She starts crying like a Les Paul, and says ‘You are so mean to me.’ ‘How? I am warning you. You just don’t want to get. "Do you mind, my dear?"She shook her head "No", and I bent to the task. I grasped Mariana's left nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger and applied a strong pressure, something I knew would complete the erogenous circuit that seemed to run between Mariana's clitoris and brain. She cried out and arched her back up off the bed, nearly un-seating the young buck between her thighs. Her legs tensed up and she let out an awful sounding screech of what I knew was pleasure. She held her tensed. I knew I could never see Brianna again&hellip,.at our place especially, without full recall of this incredible moment. Michelle now was being comprehensively fucked. Jerry had unzipped and was stroking himself furiously as he watched his daughters hot little pussy being abused stupid by the man. She was handing him maximum penetration by pushing back at each thrust – if you can believe it, the guy was making more noise than she was! I left them to it, having just seen something I really needed. My god. Mygod.I could barely move, my muscles were so tensed, yet I was perfectlyrelaxed. Mark had to literally move me, to lay me back on the couch.There was nothing I could say. I just smiled at him, and he smiled back.But he had a lot to say in his smile and in his eyes. He was ready forthe main event.He stood up from the couch, looking down at me, and lifted his shirtover his head, tossing it aside. Mark was in excellent shape, and I wasin the right frame of mind to appreciate the shape he.