That's it... daaaaaaaarling... oh my God... my God!" the mournful sobbing cries of pure lust tumbled from her parched young lips.Watching this licenti...us depravity, Laura could feel the flame escalating in her own belly. The aching hunger spread from her abdomen all the way up into her heaving, passion-swollen breasts. She labored, gasping for breath, cursing herself for enjoying it so, squirming down harder into the pillow under her buttocks while her pelvis arched outward in order to push her. After showering and getting ready for college, I glanced into the bedroom. It was empty. I walked downstairs to grab some toast and a drink and sat opposite Dad at the breakfast table where he had prepared breakfast and coffee. We looked at each other. I munched on my toast, but nothing was said.Finally I stood to leave, not knowing exactly what to say or how to behave in this awkward moment between us. I grabbed my bag from the chair and headed for the front door.“Melissa,” I heard him shout.. He worried that they didn't have enough to get somewhere safe, but he also worried that they would be carrying too much. Even little Ryan had a bag, just two pair of socks, a bottle of water and some fortune cookies in a shoulder bag.Valerie nudged him with her foot and pointed to the pizza cooking on top of the stove. He checked, the cheese on top was melty, and the olives and fish steamed in the cold air. He pulled it off the tin can and slipped the next one on. They had six of them for. He held me there and began thrusting in and out a little faster. Then my pussy began getting really sore. It was a pleasurable pain you could say. It was pain, but it was something I just wanted more of. “You should know a wet pussy turns me on to no end,” Jack said. Then we kissed once again and we both laid down on our sides, my back to his chest. He still managed to put his hands onto my boobs and titillate me once again. He kissed my neck and cheek numerous times as he began thrusting his.