There would be a bidding war over who would bed his daughter first. As her dad, Uncle Pat had first dibs on her. He knew introducing her to our famil... lifestyle would not be easy, lord only knows what her mother had told her about us. But it didn't matter now, Aunt Clair is gone, and we were all she had left.It was three days later that Uncle Pat and Aunt Barbara showed up on grandpa's doorstep with his new granddaughter in tow. I can't say for sure, but it would not surprise me one bit if. I started with the very first one and looked at the stills used to promote the video. I saved the best face picture to a file. I wondered if Jen could get useable facial scans to compare against the student roster.Then I was hit with a brick. Girl number 318 was staring at me - the same girl, on the same bed, with the same corner bedpost, and with the same arm restraints as the girl in the pictures from the frat house. They even had a name and the date the rape supposedly took place. They. He was so ready to cum when I sat on his cock. I wondered how it felt for a guy when another man's jiz ran down his shaft. Anyway, a few Hopalong Cassidy's and his cock gave forth, too. We all turned to watch Mandy and Alice. Karl pounded away in Mandy's pussy while Alice, oozing cum between her legs, vigorously sucked on Maris's cock. Karl shot his load in Mandy first. Maris pulled out of Alice's mouth and had her get on her knees. He entered her from behind and grabbed her tits as her husband. The ladies at her office told me she’d gone to mosque. I went to the mosque to look for her. I didn’t find her because the place was empty but I ran into an old Somali man who told me he knew her. The old man introduced himself as Brother Ibrahim, and he told me to make myself at home as he showed me around the mosque. For some reason I felt comfortable talking to him and I told him my story. God has a plan for you my friend, he said with a smile. God shouldn’t bother with evil men like me, I.