“It’s three,” I blurted out. “That’s it. And you know that.”“But your dad didn’t,” Natalie said, smiling at me. “Your turn.”“N...talie, truth or dare?” I said, wanting to get back at her.“Truth!” She looked so unafraid of anything I would ask her.“How many boys have you kissed?”Natalie boldly, even proudly, glanced at my dad. “Five.”Dad just swallowed. Then he realized it was his turn. “Eh, Rosachika, truth or dare?”I hesitated. “Truth?” It came out as a question more than a statement. I wasn’t. They could hear her breathing heavily but what really turned them on were the squelching sounds of her very wet pussy.Jemma’s climax was soon upon her as she finger fucked herself and played with her clit. Downstairs Fiona had already cum and Rob was soon spurting everywhere. Jemma pulled the bedcovers over her and drifted off into the contented sleep that always follows an intense orgasm.Meanwhile downstairs Fiona said, ‘I need some more Rob, go and get the dog,’Rob went out to the kitchen and. She made no reply…but then, she was totally unable to speak or move, even so much as to twitch. She had been left this way in all the fuss last night, and looked a mess this morning, so I decided to make her somewhat more presentable before I started.I cleaned up some of last night’s crud, then carefully washed her, deliberately using cold water. It made her cool to the touch, but she couldn't complain.I shook my bag at her. “So, do you want a full load, or just half?” I smirked, then waited,. Jeremiah/Andrew moved, and thrust her onto her knees in the nearby chair, pressed against the wall. She caught herself on the edge, wrapping her fingers over the backing, and cried out softly as her dress was lifted, the cool air caressing her bare ass, and groaned loudly as he shoved two fingers deep inside her wet folds. "Mmm yes, wet as I like you. Beg me, whore. Beg me for my cock." His fingers worked in her, twisting and thrusting, curling, making her groan and jerk, her knees sliding.