There was some worship involved, as there was for Brad and Sandy, and many of the others in The Circle.Brad tried to persuade Nancy to live at the hou...e where he and Sandy continued to reside. True, they spent about three nights a week at The Circle house, and they were totally plugged into all the activities and meals, but Brad apparently found a streak in him where he wanted to protect his daughter from all the sex.Sandy laughed at him. "She's not a virgin. She lost her virginity when she was. “It looks like you have me,” she said, softly, casting her eyes downward in meek submission. But what she was thinking was, ‘I am going to kill them all! I am tired of being hunted!’She pulled the covers off her bare legs and put one foot on the floor.“What are you going to do with me?” she asked, running a hand casually along her bare thigh.She watched them carefully, making her best bedroom eyes at them.“Oh, holy crap!” the man in the doorway said. He was ready to do her right now. Béla could. The dark figure over her with the knife, now seen as a prop, was her husband. A brief smile started to overtake her tears and she started to roll her head back in ecstasy as the hard cock buried inside her deeper and deeper.As the dark figure continued to fuck Chelsea's fertile womb, she thought to herself, what a way to bring a baby into the world. He or She can never know about this. Then, a new twist, suddenly, from the closet a figure appeared. It was another man! But who? This wasn't part. Her tits were big but proportionate and her ass was oh so spankable. I hated the body image she held of herself; she thought she was fat and unattractive. I admit she wasn't stick thin, but she was plump and gorgeous, curvy and divine. She was everything I wanted in a woman. It was a cold night. The wind was blowing and rain was lashing the windows. Once again my stepsister was coming in late and disturbing me. She was lucky our parents were away. At least she was a slut, and she was mine.