Clarissa never entered Lacie’s cell unarmed. Every morning (or what Lacie assumed was morning, there were no windows or clocks in her cell) Clarissa...woke Lacie, getting her ‘morning workout’ before Clarissa left for the day. It always started the same way. Clarissa would wake Lacie with pain, get her to sit up, then slap Lacie, knocking her to the floor. Clarissa would kick at Lacie, getting the beleaguered captive to crawl across the cold tiles, trying to escape the punishment. Clarissa would. With her fingering me and feeling me up, too, she was good.The more she pleased me, the more I wanted to make him feel good. I held the base of his wood as tightly as I could after a few minutes, and she didn't say a word; she only wanted to see the incest in front of her for the time being.She also delivered a string of kisses to my neck and shoulder, so she had me well satisfied. Nevertheless, as my brother was being stubborn again, I let her suck on it again. She giggled a tad and did just. I soon placed my lips on her pussy lips and started kissing and blowing hot hair. Chaya went mad and started moaning heavily.Looking at her response and moans I started licking her pussy hard. Soon the licking turned into tongue fucking and Chaya was enjoying every bit of it. I continued this for a while and then she had her first orgasm. I could feel and see her juice flowing out.I took that juice on my finger and inserted my finger in her pussy in one go. She screamed but I did not bother. I. He was not, and never would be a heavy-weight brawler like his step-father, but he was a superb antelope, not easily winded.Sitting back against a fence post beside a watering tank where lush thick grass grew from the ground-soak spreading from the base of the tank, Graydon was lost in his thoughts. He heard loud voices and stomping sounds coming from around the corner of the hay shed. He'd heard the sound of rocks hitting the wood beams and metal roof moments earlier.Stuffing the sandwich.