So why would he do this for you?Daddy remarried and his new bride hates your guts every since she found you fucking her twin sons in the shower. It ha... been going on for months under her nose. She insisted that Daddy get you out of the house. Daddy was also sick of all the guys you brought back to the house and fucked wherever you felt like it. The last straw was fucking that footballer on stepmom's baby grand piano. For the record, you do feel guilty about ruining the finish on it; how could. “First of all, you call them whores again, or anything else derogatory and I’ll break your leg. Second of all, yes, they are much hotter than that,” I pointed at Natasha and had a disgusted look on my face when I said the last word.“That’s fine with me, you can keep those whores. I’ll take this sexy girl any day over them anyway.”This was the last straw for me. “I warned you,” I shouted, and with that I ran at him and knocked him on his ass with one shoulder block. He got up looking angry and. Tom nuzzled and rubbed his cock over her wet pussy. "Don't tease me, Tom," Sarah said, "Just fuck me!" Tom put his hand on her back and pushed her down a little more to get the angle right. Sarah felt her breasts touch the desk surface, the cold hard wood making her nipples tingle. Taking his cock in his hand Tom pressed it against Sarah's pussy. Once again Sarah felt her pussy lips parting and stretching around his cock as he penetrated her. She moaned as he slid back into her. It felt. She did not resist, in fact, in her heightened state she opened her mouth to his and let his tongue slip between her lips and into her hungry mouth. The kiss lingered for a moment, then Bob pulled away and pressing his lips to Emily's ear whispered, "Spank your son's sissy ass, my sweet." Emily looked down and redoubled her efforts. Slap, Slap, Slap. Her hand came down again and again on the young, tender flesh. Paul's soft sissy ass cheeks were turning a warm, pinkie red. Bob stood over Emily.