"Don't fucking touch me!"She turned on her heels and walked towards the front door."Where are you going?" Lana asked after her."Out!" She slammed the ...oor behind her.-----Ivy raged as she drove along the road. Cursing Lana in her mind for what she had done. Tears trailed her cheeks and she began punching the steering wheel as she drove."Fuck!" She screamed. She didn't know how process her emotions.She pulled the car over and pulled the handbrake up. She sat gasping in her seat trying to calm. Musn't cum. Musn't cum she repeated silently to herself. Must count to five!."Bend over. Spread your legs as wide as you can."Y bent over and spread her legs. Roger was not happy at the width. Using his foot he spread her legs wider still. Her cunt was spread wide. Her rear love tunnel was exposed. That’s better thought Roger."Continue your count". Commanded Roger."10". The cane swung up between her legs. He had aimed, and hit with precision, for her left outer labia. This made her jump. As he left the room though, one thing his girlfriend had just said continued to ring in his head... * As a college freshman, Michael Nichols sat on his bed listening to his sister and her boyfriend fuck in the next room, his mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts and feelings. The sounds of the lovemaking were distinct coming through the thin walls that separated his room from his sister, and the images he conjured to accompany them were vivid. Bryce, the top jock at their university, a. I caught her reading some really dirty jokes in the bathroom and she begged me not to tell her parents. She seemed fearful of her daddy because he had a wide thick leather belt and he kept a firm hand on her upbringing to make certain she didn't get into any trouble before she graduated from high school. I was only about five years older than her but a world ahead of her in terms of know what males are looking for from a female. I let her continue to read the jokes but in all honesty I don't.