I could see from her face that she was nearing the end, her face was suffused with blood her mouth was open and she was panting hard she was lifting h...rself up as far as possible so his full length nearly popped out then back down again as she engulfed him with her softness, up and down up and down until he started to twitch and cum inside her I could see her struggling to keep from shouting out-loud in her orgasm.She leaned back and kissed him and said" You get to bed now lovely before he. "Sounds good to me," you replied, thinking that maybe you could show Chris what it feels like to have to listen to your roommate fucking some girl.As you opened the door to the apartment, you walked in and saw exactly what you were not hoping not to see - Chris, standing at the kitchen counter wearing nothing but his boxers. He looked over at you, smiled, and said, "Oh hey, bro, how's it going?" Hey, Chris," you said, preparing to introduce him to Jess. "This is my girlfr-"You were quickly. Harold, the man I thought was my father for all these years is not my father at all. We share no blood. I’m so grateful for that, now. Of all his many faults, gambling is the one that brought everything out into the open and saved me. It’s also the reason I’m a whore.That Friday I came home to find Dad drunk and agitated. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. He ordered me to get dolled up, which was both weird and extra-ordinary. I went along out of habit, though. Being agreeable usually kept. He never did remove my shirt, he kept it pushed down so my perky breast were lifted even higher. I pulled his shirt over his head and scraped my nails down his back. He loved that. He grabbed my face forcefully, squeezing my jaws as his hungry mouth once more fell on to my mouth. My pussy grew wetter by the second. Trying to catch my breath, I gasped for air in between each word. "Please...fuck...me!" His greedy smile told me everything. I was in for it. He lifted my skirt up, caressing my.