I'm not hungry." Dearest, can I come in? We need to talk." I don't want to see anybody. I don't want anybody to see me." Oh, pooh! I'm not going to be...upset by how you look. I'm coming in." Nooo!" I wailed, but she came in anyway.She talked and talked, but couldn't talk me into getting up or joining them for lunch. She did finally get me to agree to eat some soup if she brought it up to the room. And she assured me she would just tell the rest of the family that I was sick.The rest of the. Isn't that what Trish said? Isn't that whather father had said: "Everything's going to work out fine . . justfine!" Yes . . . for them! Now Randy was her only friend. She had been betrayed by her fatherand Trish . . . and yet, they were doing something that's perfectlynatural; something all grownups do . . . they wouldn't have done it infront of her. Still, she had always thought of sex as something goodand clean, something you did with someone you really loved--not just theslapping together of. With one stroke I buried all nine inches of my hard cock into her waiting pussy while mouth hungrily sucked on her pert nipples. Her pussy was dripping once again as my cock plowed deep into her waiting lips, her legs wrapped around my ass. We kept perfect rhythm as I continued to pound her pussy like a runaway freight train. She finally pushed me away and hopped off the vanity spinning around and bending over so I could enter her from behind. Once again I buried my cock deep, my balls slapping. She took my hand and led me up the stairs and to her room. I heard Pete barking from another room, though muffled by a closed door. Penny shut the door behind us and I took in the room. There were around a dozen flickering candles, and the bed was turned down.“What do you want to do?” I asked.“I want you to make love to me all night, Steve. I want to do all those things you said.”“All of them?”“Yes,” she hissed. “All of them. Everything. Just like you said.”“Where should we start?” I.