“Thank you. You’re the best,” Max said, and kissed Alex’s cheek.“You’re welcome,” Alex giggled. The tremors shook out from her lungs. I ...asped. I was under pressure. Sam’s sharp nails kept me from relaxing, falling backward, and staring up at the ceiling.“It’s good. Alex has done a wonderful job,” Sam whispered. “She’s working so hard.” Sam’s breath hitched. “Reward her.” She panted. “Cum for her.” She whimpered. “Make her drippy and beautiful.” She sighed.“I felt beautiful just by holding his. “If you’ll stay quite… there’s no problem for any of us!”“Damn… she must have been a Hell of a Bitch, for you to hate her some much,” one of them mumbled.Together they left the house, Sandra stood near the front door, watching as the men drove off in their van. Then she went back into the house to wipe clean anything she might have touched…. her mother was still on the carpet and breathing more normally.She went to the laundry room and got filled a bucket with soap and water, she used it to. I'll stop myself from being routinely aware of the future my bodyguard is sensing because having to react in the present will normally be more interesting for me. In the event that the bodyguard thinks the options are particularly interesting, it can always tell me about them.I will also keep future-looking eyes on my loved ones to make sure nothing bad could be about to happen to them. That's probably going to be the only important use of my future-viewing ability, although it's not as. Occasionally her dad would grab one breast and he'd lock his lips on the nipple, licking it and sucking on it until she'd start riding up and down on his cock some more. Angie was going wild and she quickly orgasmed twice while she was riding her dad's hard cock.Then, her father bellowed that he was going to cum and he seated Angie all the way down on his dick, grabbed her firmly by her waist and he stood up by the bed and then rotated around, lying Angie on her back, her ass just hanging off.