My hand now shaking I had to fight to keep it steady as I removed it from the confines of his underwear.The moon a little brighter now cast an almost ...luish glow around the room. With my free hand I sat up and reached for the box of tissues which were on the night stand next to my bed. I held my hand up into the light and could clearly make out the image of my brother's cum. I looked at it closely, Sex Ed in school wasn't very hands on after all, it's not like they passed around a sample for. I didn't let her have the upper hand. I quickly made her get on all fours, grabbed her orange hair into a ponytail, and fucked her rough and doggy style for the next hour. I came in her surprisingly tight pussy 3 times, her ass 2 times (i switched after 45 minutes), slapped her ass so many times that it was nor a light shade of pink.Just as I was almost done a third time, Poison Ivy came for at least the 12th time in the past hour and blacked out. "Night night Fucker-Ivy" I said . So lonely.”Bernard had a glass or two of red wine in his system, but nothing compared to what Monica drank. He simply ordered an Uber and headed to his daughter’s place posthaste, deciding to stay over if she wished it. If not, he could always order another Uber. He had the wealth for it and money was no object where his daughter’s happiness was concerned. He didn’t know how many years he had left of fatherhood before the Grim Reaper claimed his soul.Bernard took a few personal items with him. "I had to use the bathroom earlier, and was pleasantly surprised to find myself wearing heels, you in my bed, you running out of me," she whispered, "How many times did you fuck me?" I told her and she asked, "What did you do?" As I described every detail, she was lightly masturbating me. When I finished, she said in a very low voice, "Oh my god...that is so fucking sensual!" She got up, looked at me and said, "Don't go away." She went to her dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bright.