If all other explanations prove false, then whatever is left, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Nothing yet has been proven, but it just di...n’t seem like an interrogation.No one had spoken a word. No rustle of clothing. Wait, no rustle of clothing. Someone, probably two someones were touching you and moving you and securing you to this chair, no rustle of clothing. Spandex perhaps, or nothing.” KINKY” No movement of air detected on your exposed skin, and all of your skin was exposed.. Mom kept looking at us with her arms crossed like we were being unfair, but we didn't care, we just kept fucking right in front of her, I guess now she knows whats its like to be us. “Fuck I wanna cum so bad Randy! Make me cum all over that cock!” Rita moaned. Without saying anything and eyeing mom the whole time I flipped Rita over on her back missionary and pushed back into her while grinning at mom like she did to us so many times I lost count. I didn't break eye contact with her as I fucked. Henry fucked her in long slow strokes; her pussy was so resilient, he could feel every ripple inside; her hymen had been driven back by the constant use of the dildo over the previous week. The feeling was not unlike a warm greased glove, but still she couldn’t take his full manhood. He ignored Brenda’s heavy moans, and concentrated on Zoë looking down at her tiny face, her eyes were closed, if only all women were like her, Brenda wasn’t that bad a fuck, but it was all a play-act, the tightness. How could she be feeling desire? She hated Stefan. She loved Petre. Stefan had threatened her family. Petre was sweet, kind and good. Stefan had told her that he was going to force her to have sex with him. Petre had insisted on waiting to make love, until last week, after they had announced their engagement. Petre: who sat at her feet and read her beautiful love poems. Stefan: who planned to impregnate her! Her family: who had always treated her as their little princess? Stefan: who would.