“It’s okay,” Kristen affirmed. “In fact, I’d like you to stay tonight, and the entire weekend if you want.” I was a little surprised. “A...e you sure, sis?” Her answer was to nod with her forehead brushing mine, just like when we were much younger. “Okay,” I agreed, “but in the morning, I’m heading back to campus to clean up and get my things to truly spend the weekend.” “That’s fine.” I could hear her smile, and then I felt it in her chaste kiss to my cheek. In the morning, I awoke to an arm. " I don't know Paul," said Bob. "But I do know he's an idiot. Your fantasy—the one you played with him—didn't involve knives, or hitting ... did it?" Of course not," she said, flushing. "I can't even believe I HAD that fantasy now, but it wasn't anything like what happened to me. After what happened, I feel perverted for ever thinking that fantasy was hot." Your fantasy wasn't about rape," said Bob. "It was about playing at rape ... pretending rape ... pretending to be helpless when, in fact,. I suggested that we move to the bed, reluctantly he left my breasts and steered me across the room joining me upon the quilt covered mattress. Clive's mouth fastened upon my right nipple, its engorged size bearing testament to his talented nibbling and sucking, in rapid succession he moved to my let breast repeating the actions, I gave a low moan in response, my hands cupping his balls through his shorts, I just had to see his cock. I pushed him back on the bed, hooking my thumbs into his. He finally came in her cunt.He looked at Lewis and warned him to get ready. He then pulled his cock out and my wife's pussy hold open, allowing his seed to run out and down her inner thighs.The photographer commented on how loose her pussy was. Ana just giggled, saying it was pretty loose and she was satisfied…Lewis took another shoots in close, as Ana lay there gaped open. He asked if she thought she could go on more. She nodded a yes.This bastard Jeremiah looked like a porn star pro; so he.