She does that all the time when I cry.’ After what must have been an age of holding this angel in my arms desperately trying to stop crying and Bre...na gently whispering. ‘It’s ok Daddy.’ I let her go. Her dress was wet with my tears. Mary Beth noticed and told Brenna to go to her room and she would be in shortly to help her change. Brenna gave me one last hug and extracted a promise from me not to leave while she was getting changed and dashed out of the day room, moments later I heard a door. I cried out and my body jerked and lurched on the bed. His hips rocked and swung back and forth and his buttocks flexed and unflexed powerfully as he drove his hard penis in and out of my pussy. He never took his eyes off my face. His hands slid up and down my slender body, caressing my heavy, bouncing breasts, crushing them and making me whimper and writhe ecstatically. Even though my mind was crying, my body was responding to his thrust. My hips juddered and heaved up and down to his groin.. She was spared for a few minutes, before the sunlight came in her bedroom window and hit her square on the face. If she had any energy, she would pull down the shade, but she had none.She tried to roll over… Trying to descend into the soft fluffy world of her bed, where her hangover would not exist. But it was no use. She heard the creaking of floorboards. The muttering of voices. The banging of the heater pipes. The scent of coffee brewing, giving her the only pleasure. But the reality of the. June stared wide eyed at Sarah’s D cup breasts as Sarah put her hand on the shoulders of her shorter playmate and slipped her robe from them.June’s gaze hadn't left Sarah’s breasts and Sarah took hold of June’s hands and placed them against her breasts. She stepped forward and kissed June, caressing her neck and shoulders, she felt her own nipples harden against June’s palms. Sarah guided June back onto the bed on her back then straddled her with her knees either side of June’s hips.Sarah lay.