She bit her lip to stifle her desperate moan. Her senses were so heightened; she could hear the rustle of his clothes as he leaned over her, something...brushed along her back making her shiver. She listened to his breath as it passed through his lips before it whispered over the shell of her ear. Her breath caught in her chest as she waited for him to speak, touch her, or do something to relieve the tension building. “I think you need a reminder of what it means to stay in place.” The sound of. "Oh, fuck, Bro! I don't usually go for this kind of rough sex, but once in awhile, maybe during my monthly, this would be great!" Cassie began to push back at Hector with her now filled and deflowered asshole."It is very nice and tight, I must say, not that you're exactly loose anywhere else, either," Hector punned on Cassie's faithful reputation as well as her tight twat."Cute, but so are you, even if you are shoving your cock up my poor, virgin ass!" Cassie taunted him a little more, knowing. She put the small curtain over her face so she couldn’t see what was happening down below. Very soon after lying down, a soft hand began caressing her inner thighs and pussy area. She had to admit, this whole thing was a definite turn on. One hand was playing with her cunt lips and the other began playing with her firm tits. She had great tits, or so everyone told her. She liked them and worked hard at making sure they stayed where they were like when she was 25. The hand on her. She didn't recognize one of the men, but the other was Mr. Randolph, a long-time friend of her father, Phillip Markham. Gwen was oblivious to the business meeting, however. Her eye was on the weather, and her mind was daydreaming about white carriages, golden jewelry and silver clouds.Thad appeared from behind a bush on the lawn outside the window. Mr. Randolph followed him by a few paces. She could see their lips move, but she couldn't hear what they said through the window and the wind. Thad.