With the hand stretching to hold the upper handle, her midriff was also further exposed.The guy couldn’t take anymore. He just bumped into her witho...t any brakes and stayed that way. Then, he guided her hands to her bare waist. A moan escaped her mouth, but she was helpless. He fingered her navel and then grabbed her boob. Soon enough, he found her nipple and pinched it.In the meantime, another stop came. She tried to break free and go back ahead, but the guy grabbed her, preventing her from. You should see him when he's upset!" John," my father admonished, "you are not helping the situation." Oh, but he is," Theresa said. "He's making you seem human."My mother made a little noise, but stopped herself."Now, let's see," my father went on, as though the previous interruption hadn't happened, "the first question is; should John and Jessica get married, when she turns fourteen."There was a collective gasp of, "What?"My father held up his hand, stopping the questions that he knew would. Anderson because his juice had the scent of the older woman’s snatch in it. The mixture was so arousing to the wise dog that he wanted to mount his mistress without delay. He felt a need to deliver his load to her flanks in the way that all male dogs treated their bitches when they were in heat. When Patricia stirred in her sleep and turned over, he took advantage of the opening to push his long wet tongue into her sweetly scented crack and lick her sensitive pucker. He knew she loved it when. His touch along with Robert’s pummeling has my orgasm building. The thought of asking to cum to these men who have used me makes my eyes well up with tears. I do not want to give them the satisfaction but I cannot deny the tension building. “M-may…” I start.Mark interrupts me, “Say it you dumb whore. Ask me to cum. Tell me how good we made your little slut body feel.” Mark removes the hand from his cock and wraps it around my throat choking me brutally while Robert keeps working my poor, abused.