She trembled as she watched Samantha’s hands reaching up towards her.“Can I see them again?” Samantha asked, placing a hand on both of her mothe...’s firm, fat breasts. This was the third time Samantha had groped her mother’s boobies. Julie knew she should have never let it happen to begin with, but it was too late now! Holding a glass of ice cold soda in each hand, she couldn’t stop her daughter from molesting her, and wasn’t sure if she wanted to!Samantha squeezed her mother’s breasts gently. . I tied that girl to a tree. Face first. I took her from the back and I called her by Danielle and Katie's name over and over again. She didn't like that. As I stood there balls deep in her pussy and her asshole I was laughing hysterically as I just pounded away.I look back and realize that I didn't really accomplish anything other than pissing her off and hurting her. As of these days I'm middle of the road about how I feel about it sometimes I'm glad sometimes I wish I didn't. but when you. Her friends were there when he appeared, pointed to her, and wordlessly commanded her to come. Walking down the hall, he slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Her heart was in her throat as she silently followed.Closing his bedroom door, he told her to come here. She did. She was on the verge of panic, not knowing what he was going to do to her or for how long!Reaching between her legs, he asked, “Do your friends know how wet you are?” She gasped as he began rubbing her pussy through. I also turned on the bug zapper to occupy the mosquitos," she said. We thanked her and she opened the cooler and took out a beer and offered us one. We accepted them and we sat and sipped and chatted. "Mary" said that she liked to come out here after it got dark and sit and listen to the night sounds. I asked her if she was worried about being out here alone. She lifted the tail of her t-shirt revealing the handle of a pistol and said she wasn't worried. We finished our beers and "Troy".