Give us a little bit.”Slipping away without sprinting is a task. I've never been very good around men, aware of my conventionally attractive attribu...es -- physicalities I'd rather do without. An introverts worst fear is the spotlight.Breathing easier at the opposite end of the boat, I enter the sleeping quarters, stopping in front of Elizabeth's suite. It's silent inside, even after I knock. Conjuring the audacity to enter a room uninvited, I twist the knob and peek through.Elizabeth is perched. His manhood slide back into her pussy again. Thrusting harder. He reaches down and grabs her wrists, pulling on her arms for leverage as he continues to thrust into her deep. He thrusts deep one more time and stops. He reaches down for his belt.Taking her arms and pushing them together, he wraps his belt around them until she can’t move them. “Is that uncomfortable for you?” “A little bit, sir.” She moans.He tightens it a little more. “Good, it’s supposed to be.” He starts thrusting in. He glanced up again. “He did have a moan at me though!” Tim's mouth fell open. “Mind you, he was cumming at the time,” his gasp was clearly audible. “Cumming," he asked as his hands began to twitch. “Yes, he came inside me,” she said softly. His hands were shaking as they moved up her thighs lifting the hem of her dress with it and so Claire reached down and touched them reassuringly before taking over the lifting of her hem. Tim sat open mouthed and motionless as it rose over the tops of. This will be more about my adventures leading up to fucking daddy. This is how I became a slut just like my mother.Before my accident, I became a bigger slut than my mother. I knew about sex from school. I learned about sex watching my mother. I had seen her sucking and fucking most of my life from an early age. She would bring guys home from the bar she managed. I would watch her have sex with them.I would watch her and my daddy fuck anytime I could after they married. I learned that I could.