In little up and down movements, her fingers crept closer to my armpit, then drifted lightly around it and over my shoulder to my neck. There was a li...ht touch, and the hand tapped its way down my chest to my breast. Her hand slowly closed around my flesh and gave it a gentle squeeze. My nipple tightened and became stiff under her palm.I was tired, but not asleep. Her touch was soothing and warm; I relaxed completely. She released my breast and smoothed her palm back over my ribcage and down to. He's a friend, and this time he's really a friend." What do you mean, this time?" She's talking about that rat bastard son-of-a-bitch, Phil." The man interjected angrily."Phillip? What about him?" Only that he's the mother fucker that killed my best friend, your father." Slow down!" I exclaimed, more confused now than ever. Everything was happening so fast. "I thought Phillip was dad's friend?"I directed this at my mother but the man answered."I bet the cocksucker never actually said that.". ?Behind me I could hear Jan taunting Marcia, forcing her to watch as I climbedon the bed over Cindy.? She tried to keepher legs together as she screamed into her gag, but I shoved them apart to thepoint I knew it was hurting her even worse.?I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.? I?m not huge, but a thick inches will do somedamage to a young virgin.? I had noinclination to make it easy for her, so I slammed in hard and fast.? She screamed again and her eyes bulged out asshe felt her cherry. Is this better? I carefully laid my hand down on her, cupping her mound with my palm and my fingers down on her lips. I slowly put pressure on my hand and very slowly began moving my fingers around on her clitoris. I could here Stacys breathing stop for a moment. Ye&hellip,. Her voice caught in her throat. Yes, thats better. It took less than a minute for her pussy to get very wet. She was now lifting her hips against my hand every time I put pressure on her. Daddy, why do you do this for a.