“Barbie,” said Bobby’s overstressed mind.“Not your sister. Sheryl’s sister.”“Oh ... uh ... right.” Bobby’s mind drew a blank. Who wa... the last girl he’d taken out for appearances sake? He could see her face in his mind, but what was her name?“So? What’s her name?”The name of his lab partner in biology popped into his mind. He’d never really lusted after her, but she was a nice girl.“Jessie!” he gasped. “It’s Jessie.”“Right,” said Monica, whose Spidey senses were tingling again. She sensed a. MARK! MARK! Your tongue... it's driving me crazy. I love it licking my cunt and shoved up into my asshole!"He began to establish an insistent rhythm, driving his tongue deeper and harder... deeper and harder into the tiny clenched lips of her rectum, and then suddenly pulled it away to return to her glistening, soaking vaginal slit and the wispy soft hairs around her pulsating cunt lips.Looking up momentarily, he saw her sweat-drenched breasts framing her beautifully grimacing face, her mouth. They fell back into line, minus the gap left by the dead man, into which Decran now placed himself.“Alright, you lot, any of you others have silly notions of turning me in? Step forward now, and your death will be nice and quick like his. Betray me later, and I will crush your cock and balls first! Then I’ll bugger you, and only then will I kill you by crushing your skull as I did with the Viper’s. Well, any takers?” Ser Gregor demanded, making three men piss themselves, but no one accepted his. And now that he knew, his massive prick began to rise in his pants with furious power. It wasn't just that Marsha was his own lovely fifteen-year-old daughter that fired his overpowering lust. She was the living embodiment of his own wife, Sheila, when she was fifteen. Irresistibly sexy and cute, with the lush promise of being a ripe- breasted, long-legged, stunning beauty when she grew up.And Mark Jensen damn well wanted his daughter's cherry before any clumsy boy got it."Then you're still a.