“No, it isn’t,” I said, and before I knew it, I had my jeans half-way off, and I was stepping out of them. Mandy asked me what I was doing.“I ...m a naughty cum-slut. I am going to give back this Thanksgiving! Just like mom told us to do! Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join me?” I said. I already had my shoes off and was pulling off my pants. I didn’t intend to get naked. I just wanted to prove a point to my mother. I wanted her to see me get down on my hands and knees and. Aur phir maine unka chut ko chaatne laga zor zor se. Unke side lips ko pakadk pakadke khinch raha tha aur zor zor se chaat raha tha.Woh bhi siskariya bhar rahi thi. Main aur zor se chaatne laga. Lagbhag 10 minutes tak main chatta raha. Uske baad mein unke bagal mein let gaya. Unhe laga main thak gaya hoon aur woh boli, ‘Kya hua bina kiye thak gaya?” Maine kaha, “Main thaka nahi hoon. Ab main chahta hoon aap mere muuh ke upar aakar baithe.”Woh boli, “Acha badi mast hai tumhari fantasy.” Maine. If we’d had that conversation at Donald’s apartment, I would have jumped. I had no doubt. I wanted to. I felt like I owed it to Miranda in repayment for what I’d done to her. I felt someone put their arms around me and I sobbed harder. I had no words left, nothing but this boiling, grieving guilt in my head that wouldn’t let go. I hated myself and what I’d become. I hated that freedom I was enjoying and the forgiveness that everyone was heaping on me for what I’d done. I hated Miranda for. “Fuck me Dad, give it to me,” I said, I was really horny now. He looked at me and pushed his cock in there, it felt amazing just like it did last time. He came over me, kissed me and then started to fuck me. “Fuck your little slut, Daddy!” I was talking dirty and it was exciting him. “Are you my little slut?” He said giving a deep stroke in my wet pussy. “Yes Daddy, I’m your dirty little slut. Fuck me more and more Dad,” I replied and he fucked me like no one had ever fucked me before. He.