As the music started, she walked up to her big brother and looked up into his eyes. "That's how you dance with someone you don't know real well. When ...ou really like a girl, you dance closer with her."Before she started to dance with Jack again, Kim walked to the wall, twisted the knob of the light switch and dimmed the lights. She walked back to her brother, put her arm around his waist and pulled him close. She took his arm, put it around her back, and held his other hand close to her. The young woman gathered up her crying child, be it truly boy or girl, and held Sara close. She really didn't know what to believe. Everything she saw said she was holding her son, but everything she felt in her heart said otherwise. She rocked Sara until both their tears stopped and then finally came to a decision. She told Sara she did believe in her, but that for now, Daddy would not. The welts on the girl's legs and back served as a painful reminder of his disbelief. So, Sara's existence. This went on for several innings. My dick was getting hard again. Mary excused herself, she went to her room. Sure enough you could hear she was masturbating again. She has got to hold it down. My dick is going to burst. Holly said go tell her. Because I had a few beers I had the courage to knock on her door. I opened it. Mary was naked humping her fingers. I took a good look. She was shaven, big lips. Her tits were smaller 32B with nice pointy puffy nipples. Mary. She stopped but didn't bother. He pushed her back so that she half-stood, half-sat on the edge of the sink. He forced her legs apart with his hands and then began to swat her pussy, hard, as he replied, “Then stop…telling me…what…to do with you!” Marie held his gaze even as her eyes overflowed. She bit her lip and whimpered as each slap landed between her legs but she kept perfectly still until she was sure he had finished. Then she slid to the floor and took her kneeling position, wrists still cuffed behind her, looking.