Mandy was surprised that, as she felt chunks her own shit, her fathers shit, piss from both of them, and her vomited breakfast move slowly down her th...oat, it was her daddys cum which made her gag again – slimy, thick, incredibly salty, she wasnt ready for it, and as it dripped slowly into her stomach, she felt herself about to throw up again. Fighting back tears, she opened her mouth to show her daddy, desperately fighting her gag reflex. He pointed to the toilet bowl again. Get a chunk this. I couldn't quite make out the third voice but had the distinct feeling it would be a man. I heard plenty of giggling for half and hour then someone came into the room and set the table. Before they left the room I felt them walking around me. Whoever it was was barefoot and proceeded to reach down to feel my ass. It made my clitty push against the cage and I found myself turned on and ashamed at the same time. I dared not move for fear of being punished and in the hope that at some point. We had done without a car for a long time, and the streetcar line that dad rode to work was closing down. The bus company claimed there weren’t enough potential riders for a route from our neighborhood, or any neighborhood, to the John Deere plant. Dad says he thinks that sometimes all “progress” is good for is lining the pockets of rich men.So we made a movie. I talked sexy, and since daddy was used to fucking me, it didn’t make him spurt right away, so the camera man was happy. Then I ask if. They stared glassy eyed at each other and found their lips sealing, breaths rushing into breaths. Grace's lips stretched taut. Joe's relentless fucking had been aided by his thumbs pressing her pubic bone and rubbing at the base of her distended clit causing her to be overwhelmed by an orgasmic wave crashing through her body.Her keening wail shook the walls. An infectious noise, it brought Sam's head up and her voice rumbling a surprisingly deep roar. Doug, struck by the obvious rush of orgasms.