Phir pathan utha aur aek baby oil ki botol lay aaya aur buhut sara oil meri gand kay surakh par aur ungli say gand kay andar bhi lagaya phir pathan na... apna lund meri gand surakh par kar dhakka mara magar us ka nishana khata gaya lund slip ho kar neechay chala gaya kiunkay main nay khof say apni gand ka surakh mazbooti say band kar lya tha pathan purana londay baaz tha who samajh gaya meri tarkeeb ko phir pathan nay aaram aaram say apny lund ki topi meri gand kay surakh par ragri kuch hi der. It still hurt, having His finger buried in my ass, but this THROBBING pleasure raced throughout my whole body, centered right there, up my tight ass. My pulse POUNDED in my cock, as He sucked me… and suddenly, the Head was ten times as intense.He took that opportunity to force a second finger in my ass. I screamed.It seemed to go on and on… it was probably only minutes, but it felt like the anal assault went on for hours, as He probed my ass, and tickled my prostate, over and over again. His. You mean the world to me." She put her arms around him again.James comforted his sister until she finally stopped crying. He wiped her last tears and kissed her cheek. "It's getting late. Why don't you go shower up and get ready for bed? I have to shower as well." I wish we could take a bath together." Angelina blurted without realizing what she'd said.James raised a brow. "Uh... well we haven't taken a shower together since we were kids and I think you and I have grown a lot since. But her adult mind still hummed in her skull. She knew they were not safe yet. These people thought Sarah was one of Bobby’s wives, and that deception needed to be continued. She put her lips next to her sobbing daughter’s ear and whispered urgently.“This man is named Bobby. He fought for you and saved you. You must greet him as if you love him.Now! Sarah, you must hug him as if you love him now!”Molly pushed her daughter away from her and towards Bobby, who stood, eyes wide and mouth open..