Und mir kam es nicht etwa komisch vor, nein, mir schien es das Natürlichste von der Welt zu sein.Und mein Körper gab sich dieser Liebkosung willig h...n! Ich wollte berührt, geleckt, geküsst, genommen werden. Ich konnte ein lautes Stöhnen nicht mehr unterdrücken. Suchend glitt meine Hand zu meinem Vater, fand seinen stahlharten Schwanz und begann ihn vorsichtig zu wichsen.Meine Pussy stand in Flammen, ich spürte wie etwas in mich eindrang. Es waren Finger, ich wusste nicht wie viele, die meine. Thank you? What part of… any of that fucking warranted a thank you? Emily wondered, disoriented but relieved to at least be shuffling away from that thing in the recliner. This… isn’t right. This isn’t Brian. He’s acting the same weird… mechanical way he was back when he was over at my place.She followed Brian into what looked like another whole living room, adjacent to the one where his father was reclining, appointed with similar decor. Living room number two? Family room? Or, maybe this is. He had a brown belt with black slacks. And his shoes were brown and a little pointy at the end. They were shiny and had hard soles so you could hear him walking around the room. “Is everyone here?” he asked as he scanned the room. Mr Batelli now just asked us ‘is everyone here’ when he walked in and it was our responsibility to tell him. One time, he asked and we all said yes. He scanned the room and saw that someone was missing, and he lost it. He was intimidating. Mr Batelli was ex-military. In those pictures, with the guys all standing around, you don’t notice that none of them are actually touching either of us when she’s visible.The night of my solo they sure were. Most of the time, most of them were touching me, and only a few taking turns taking pictures. At one point I had Phil’s dick in my ass, and three guys in my pussy. Of course they only had a finger each inside, but even that’s a stretch.They started this activity to see if it was possible for.