She screeched in agony as her tit jiggled from the impact and burst into tears as her head thrashed from side to side.“Please, please don’t make m............ok, ok” she changed her tune as I raised my hand again.“It was Kim she wailed”“You sure” I asked still raising my hand“Yes, yes. Oh god yes. Please stop it hurts” she begged.I laughed “not so tuff now are you” I brought my hand down again across her other tit just to teach her, remind her to behave.I released her and lay her down across a. But rather than wince and trouble me with the irritation of my parts I was fascinated enough at how it had come about, chuckling, and shaking my head every hundred feet or so.I finally realized what it might have meant when Sister Natalie and Rina Strelnicov had said to me throughout our relationships about me being “special.” Since I firmly felt they: Natalie, Rina, and now Samantha were the “special” ones, and I was just the convenient young male who happened to be in the right place at the. We’re going with you,” and then she took her clothes off.Now you have to understand. I have had hard-ons over my big sister since I was twelve, at least. It took me almost eight years to realize that she had STAGED most of my ‘accidental’ looks at her. When she was seventeen and I was twelve, she would step into the hallway and bump into me. Her robe was mostly open so that I saw her bra and panties. On later occasions there was nothing under the robe. I would walk down the hall and her door. . cum on me ... and my mother and leave us forever." Oh fuck." But it's like a moment. Two moments. Otherwise ... Otherwise ... We're happy." Melissa broke down and sobbed. Sarah held her, sobbing too."What did you do to my daughter?" Mrs. Kelly roared. Sarah looked up at the most angelic woman she ever saw: golden hair, big green eyes, delicate features, a model's body, wearing a white silky shift that clung to perfection. Even angry she looked beautiful.But a second glance revealed the mask..