I don’t know what it is that makes me be like that, I just am because I am.Sometimes my brother yells at me, “Shut up. Shut the fuck up! Bitch.”...I just scream longer and louder. I am not ‘Bitch’, I am Susan. It is worse if he wraps his arms around me and holds me down. That just makes me keep screaming, louder and longer. I try to scratch or hit or push him away. I kick and buck and twist. But Thomas is strong, almost as strong as Dad. But Dad doesn’t hold me like that unless I am breaking. He pulled Adam’s head off his cock, pushed him away, and lay back on the couch with his forearms covering his head. His reddened, glistening cock began to shrink. He was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Adam burped up a little air, then swallowed, a teaspoon of Craig’s spunk sliding down his esophagus into his belly. ‘Does it burn going down, doggie?’ asked Lily. ‘A little, Ma’am,’ said Adam, present but distant at once. ‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ said Craig, sitting upright, now. I now wanted to please her badly. I gently reached out, took her ear lobes in my hands and guided her mouth to my cock. She slowly lowers her lips over my cock as she looked into my eyes. One of her hands cupped and fondled my balls, while the other roamed my buttocks. Her tongue swirled over and over my now throbbing cock head. Her lips moved up and down my glistening shaft, and soon the level of stimulation got very high. I knew my cock was going to pulse, so while still maintaining eye. He slowly loosened his tie and sat next to her, knowing that he must remain chaste; it was his decision, but her legs could still control him. That pair of legs hypnotized him, mesmerized him and put a spell on him, for he worshiped every part of them: from slender soles and small, perfect toes, to gorgeous ankles and first, athletic calves, perfect knees to luscious, hot thighs that ended in that amazing, round, apple shaped ass of his wife. He let out a moan of pleasure when she started to.