“Did he hurt you?” My silence was all the answer she needed.That night he came to my room again. She was asleep in the bed beside mine, unaware un...il she heard my soft crying after he left. She climbed into bed with me and held me as I shook. This became our ritual until we reached 18. By then she had gotten a job and saved up enough money to get a small apartment. We finally moved out and got away from him. But I still cried every night, shaking, sometimes waking up screaming. And always she. Later on I awoke again, I was on my side with my hair covering my face, facing into the room, when I noticed my nephew engaged in masturbation, illuminated by the early morning light, and I of course, in the shadows as I lay watching him.He was ten years my junior and as I studied his body, still developing I felt an unmistakable urge creep across abdomen and down between my legs.My nipples hardened and as my fingers deftly touched one, it felt as if someone had touched it with an electric. M and S responded; he was 31 she was 26. M is keen on photography, like me, and he had set up a studio at home and S turned out to be very attractive. They sent me a photo of her looking stunning in black lacy undies and invited me to phone to try and fix a meeting. I felt very flattered when I found out when I visited them that they had dozens of replies to their ad.Soon the date came round and I was excited but also deeply worried when I set out to drive to visit them. It turned out that. Our love moans filled the room as I picked up tempo and started pounding her wet pussy – going absolutely wild at the thought of her father jerking off right that moment to the sounds of our sex. After some pounding I repositioned the camera onto a pillow to get a higher vantage point of her asshole before I grabbed the lube. Making sure my legs were completely out of the shot, focusing on nothing more than Rachel’s prone asshole and my cock about to enter it, I turned the camera back on and.