Well, I don't meanthat she was really pissed off about the new tattoo, she even mentionedthat she thought that the both of them were pretty funny, but...that shereally didn't want me to wear any sheer clothing when we went out inpublic. I was, like, man as long as I can eat your pussy whenever Iwant, I don't care what you make me wear in public.I'm not sure whether it was because I was going down on Mom so often, orbecause our "sessions" were lasting longer and longer - when I got mytongue up. "Yeah, do it!" whispered Anita, her eyes glued to the sight of her climaxing friend. "Work it out, that's right, Di!"Visions of fucking with her father flew around in the darkness when Diane shut her eyes again. She saw them spinning together, fucking this way and that, just like the people in the pictures Anita had shown her. Her father's prick felt wonderful up inside of her, and that fictional realization increased the very factual event of her climax ten-fold."God, that looked hot!" Anita. " Listen I don't need some smartass college dropout telling me what to do. I came here to vent my problems to you, that's what barmen are for isn't it? To listen to the problems of their customers?" Well sometimes maybe yes" the barman replied unsurely. "But you don't seem to have any real problems." Have you not been listening to a word I've said?" Reacted Lisa angrily, "This Fortune teller woman has fucked my head up, I can't think straight." How do you mean?" All I think about is this. Aster that martin raped her bruised and battered little dry cunt while I forced her to eat my pussy and after martin came to drink down my piss. Of course the little stupid bitch spilled some of my golden nectar on our nice floor and was punished with another brand on her right nipple. Victoria branded her left nipple as well after she hesitated when told to tongue out my asshole and beg me to shit in her mouth. No, I had no intention of actually doing that, the smell in such a closed area.