It didn’t matter that this sex crazed stranger had torn apart her white silk blouse, or covered her exposed pert breasts with his saliva. It didn’... matter that her hips felt like they were splitting as if in child birth, after all she was being reborn, wasn’t she? Reborn into a world the antithesis of her orderly, restrained, law abiding, life. It didn’t matter his long rough tongue had snaked into her mouth and found a soft willing partner or that he stank of stale sex and she could smell her. My mother whispered something in his ear. John just shook his head yes. Michelle came over to me and hugged me as she asked, “Did you tell him yes mom?”“Tell him yes,” “About what, “ I asked looking at her?“About you going to work for him,” Michelle replied.I looked to John as he said, “Hey I had to check with the family” smiling at me.“So did you?” Michelle asked me.“Yes I told him I would,” I replied to her.Michelle jumped up and down then hugged me tightly. She told me I had made her so. I’m eighteen years old. At one time or another I had wondered what most of the boys in my grade looked like without their clothing on. And, Ricky too, for that matter. I often tried to see him naked by accident. No luck with that though. I had even thought of asking him to show me his cock.Fucking my brother, Ricky, was a simply incredible experience. I want more. But Poppa has seen me naked. Does he remember? Does he think I’m sexy? Momma says he doesn’t fuck a lot. Can I change that?Ricky:. There was a thick bush of sweaty, black, hair at the base, and the stench that Crabbe gave off was overpowering. He kicked the briefs beside a pile of carelessly discarded clothes, and headed for a shower stall, revealing an enormous ass. Like most humans, Nevelle hated Crabbe, who was a sadistic troll that enjoyed torturing people. In fact, on more than one occasion, he'd suggested Transfiguring the boy into a donkey turd. But Nevelle couldn't deny how horny the troll's huge, jiggling, ass was.