Jen shook her head yes and spread her legs a little to allow her dad easier access to her. Hank slid his hand to his daughters pussy and began slowly ...ubbing her lips and clit. He reached around her with his other hand and began feeling her tits through her shirt. Jen was soaking wet now and breathing hard. Hank leaned in and kissed her, not a fatherly kiss but one that sent shockwaves to her pussy. On the couch Amber had taken off Jason’s shorts and was stroking her sons cock while he played. You realize I’m awake when I start kissing your chest. I hear your soft moans of pleasure. You caress my back, taking care with the welts, but relishing the marks I pleaded desperately for the day before. “Little one awake?” not knowing if I have permission to speak yet, I just nod, with my lips on your chest above your left nipple. “Good. I want one more.” Not sure what you mean until I feel your hand release my hair and slide down my side until you come to my trimmed mound. I whimper as I. She said that we'd had a few beers and we'd rather stay over than drive drunk. Jeannie and her mom had that kind of cool relationship. But then, Jeannie wasn't a troublemaker so it was a two way street.Her mom said that she'd call my uncle and square it with him.I breathed a sigh of relief and the party continued.After it was established that we'd be spending the night together, things changed a bit. Knowing that we weren't done"playing," everyone got kind of a "second wind". First, we decided. As if flood gates opened, Rachael began to sob. Brian turned her around, pulled her into his arms and held her close. Her arms went around his waist and she clung to him. Brian bent and kissed the top of her head. All he wanted to do was to protect this woman and make her pain go away. Gradually, her crying slowed until there was only an occasional whimper and sigh. Without saying a word, Brian backed up toward a chair and sat down, drawing her onto his lap. Rachael sat, burying.