Warden's cock ripped through his outer sphincter, stretching it wider than it had ever gone before. Popping past the outer ring, Mr. Warden's cock kep... pushing, brushing over Kevin's prostate and breaking though Kevin's inner ass-ring. Kevin's legs were trembling, his ass on fire. Deeper and deeper into the boy pushed Mr. Warden. "Push out like you're taking a massive shit," barked Mr. Warden totally absorbed in his own pleasure. Kevin obeyed and pushed as hard as he could, his asshole. She sat it back down before asking. How do you know him, Diane? Dianes eyes took on a look of pure rage. The son of a bitch ruined my life. She took a long swallow of wine before setting her glass down on the table letting Madison refill it. Diane graciously took it from her and took another sip. May I ask what happened? Sam asked softly. Diane nodded. Then she began to tell her story. It was the night of my bachelorette party. Id gone out with my girlfriends for one last hoorah. Diane. " Oh, I'll remember, that you told me that. I've seen your old year books and read some of the stuff guys wrote in it. It didn't sound like you were waiting for your honeymoon; but if you say so." Oh, my!" exclaimed Diane nervously. "You weren't supposed to read them. You didn't show them to your father, did you?" Mother! Dad's read them before me. I saw him looking at them one time. That's what made me curious," admitted Stephanie. "Maybe Dad isn't as clueless as you think. Maybe he married. I felt the sheet fall from my small mounds, exposing them to the cool elements of the room. My perfectly round pink nipples became instantly hard. I was sure that Papaw never knew, but then one of his hands fell from my face and cupped my petite right breast. I sighed deeply as my handful mass filled his palm perfectly. “Mmm, Ginger Lynn, your breast is so firm and vibrant. Your skin, so soft and refined,” Papaw said as he caressed his fingers over my A-cup peak. Papaw's big hand cupped my.