"Daddy told me to bend over my bed, which is quite low to the ground, so my bottom was higher than my head. He started whipping me with his belt, all...the while preaching at me about being pure and chaste before god. I screamed out loud because it hurt so much. He gave me a lot of strokes with his heavy black belt, and I thought I might pass out from the pain. He stopped for some reason, and I saw him take a few steps over to where mommy was standing. I heard her whisper something to him,. Anthony stepped a lot closer lining up his round cockhead just six inches or so from her face. "Now jerk me off."Corey reached up with both hands. "Just warn me when you get close. I don't want to get anymore on me. Ok?" She asked and Anthony nodded impatiently. Corey was almost scared of his cock. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head afraid it would explode in her face. She kept her mouth tightly shut until she realized, Anthony wasn't anywhere close to cumming.Anthony began. ”Then, holding out her hand she added, “By the way, I’m Bonnie MacLean.”Instead of shaking hands as she expected Kevin kissed the back of her hand in the manner of the French. Then, using the name he’d already picked out, he responded, “I am Bartholomew Pierre Simpson, but my friends call me Bart. My father is a Scot and my mother’s French.”Becoming more relaxed, she responded, “Both my parents families lived in this country for several generations, and I don’t know where all our ancestors came. She moved under me, trying to find a position that would get me even further inside her. She gasped when i drove deeper: she hadn’t known such depths existed within her. She writhed and screamed as her pussy shuddered and gripped me again and again. She wanted this glorious fucking to go on and on, to last an eternity. Suddenly she thrust her hips against me and wrapped her legs around my waist, gripping me with her legs, impaling herself on my cock. She was looking at me with a face of.