One of daddy’s other friends asked me to sit between him and another thug on the sofa. I looked at daddy and he give me permission to sit. They both...were telling me how beauty and sexy I looked while rubbing their bulges and my legs. I made an excuse, asking to go to the bathroom. When I got back, it was like daddy told them everything was alright to do what they wanted. Everyone except daddy was naked, then the one that had been quiet and just watching the game said I was too pretty to be. "Wont be long now, Blondie," he said in his strange piping voice, "and then it'll be my turn to have you to myself. Just you and me"."Get away from me, I hate you, you horrid little monster!" she screamed.The little mans face twisted in anger and humiliation. He lashed out with his hand, slapping first one breast, then the other. He was about to hit her in the face when Bernie grabbed him and pulled him away."Not now! Calm down, Billy. Your turn will come later. Just watch the show, get. In spite of my breaking off the relationship, Janet never stopped loving me or being with me. When we got back together and dated again when Tasha was 12, Janet confided to me that I was the only man who ever made her cry or really truly loved. She had felt we were meant to be family. In fact she only dated Tasha’s bio-dad because his size, shape and mannerisms reminded her of me. His personality at times did, too. Although, as their, relation continued on he began to be more and more abusive.. She complied and thrust her ass into the air. I grabbed her hips and tugged her to the side of the bed, I pulled her silk panties to the side and prodded into her hairy warmth with my rigid prick. To my surprise, I slid right into her well lubricated tunnel, I suspect that she had prepared herself with some artificial lubrication. I sank into her deeply and felt my nuts press into her soft bushy hair. She still had not spoken a word, and her only response to my penetration was a deep and.