A dozen eyes watched her violation. A thousand terrible thoughts careened around, shame, humiliation, sin, all sloshing and soaking together into one ...antalizing taste. Above all, rising above the brand of betrayal, surged a definite, deafening scream of jealous sexuality. They each wanted it.We took them all, tentacles driving into each spread hole, cum plastered on the mats, the walls, the girls, until each tit, check, and cunt dripping with the deluge of our embrace. She was ours, her. I masturbated for a long time, holding back as I approached climax, but finally shooting out spurts of sperm into a handkerchief. I wasn't quite sure which one had made me come. Perhaps both. One Saturday afternoon Erica came into the house in her bikini. I took her hand to go into the master bedroom. She was smiling. I glanced over at Emily as we walked away, and she smiled too. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I wanted my wife. I wanted some pussy. I needed to make love to her. And I knew. . but it must have been his imagination. His daughter would never do such a thing. His daughter was sure. His daughter and her long legs and her puckered her lips and her cute ass and her large tits... how would they feel under his fingers... how would it feel to pull on those rosy nipples, see her face contort in shame and pleasure as she yelled daddy daddy and he would not let not let go until she came from his rough play and suck his dick until... “Daddy? You seem spacey today.” “Oh? Uhm?. "Hi Mr. Carter," chimed in Abby."Good morning, Rick," said Hannah's mom, Liz."Hi girls," said Mr. Carter, and added, "Abby-- it is Abby, right?-- you can call me Rick. That's what all my friends call me." Oh, okay, Mr. Carter-- I mean, Rick," Abby giggled.They sat at the table and ate breakfast, and Liz informed Rick that Abby would be staying with them for a few days, since she was having trouble at home, and she wasn't getting along with her mother. Rick tried to act uninterested and simply.