Serious expressions.Pilar, as she often did, spoke for the group, “A girl in Gregory’s class ... her father hit her yesterday. And he hits her mom...too.”Our round kitchen table was usually a place for jokes and teasing and laughter. Not this morning.I said, “Who is it, honey?”“Rebecca Crandal. Becky.”Vanessa said, “She’s 14?”“Just turned 15.”Gregory handed his cell to me. There was a single photo of a young girl with a red welt across her chin and cheek. “He slapped her.”Pilar and Walker and. I could feel the material of her bra cupping her big left boob. I started playing with her earlobes and biting them, and my left hand started moving her top up gently.Thank God I was a multitasker, as I started hearing her moan lightly as she devoured my neck. I pulled off her top in a jiffy, and she followed suit with my vest. Only one piece of clothing separated our torsos now, her lovely black lacy bra. I took charge and started pressing both her boobs and licking her cleavage.She pulled. She begged for more and more crying out with pleasure. After she cried again in another wild orgasm, I pulled out and nudged my rock hard dick against her tight anal ring.“Oh no, Daddy… not in my ass… you will ruin me with your dick”Tammy cried when she knew what I was wanting. But I was really determined to fuck that sweet tight ass… And I insisted once more.Her rear door finally gave in and I could slip a good way in before she begged me to stop, saying my thickness was hurting her.After a. Because of the position in the theatre seats, my left hand crept up and ended up at the bottom of her small breast. I guess I was "copping a feel" as she cried. It hadn't been intentional but it sure felt nice. I simply had to move my hand around a little. Is there a teenage male who could resist? Eventually the theatre started emptying, and we got up and shuffled out toward the parking lot.My transportation on dates was my dad's four-year old pickup truck. I'd learned to drive and taken my.