I slid it back and forth a few times before pulling it out and moving the tip toward her rosebud.To her credit she never flinches away from anal penet...ation, even though it’s not something she craves like she does a good fucking. Her early experiences at anal sex with her first husband weren’t at all pleasurable for her as he had no concern for her comfort or enjoyment. When I re-introduced her to anal pleasure I took my time at it and teased her until she was literally begging for something to. Her skin is as soft as her voice as her hands rub the warm water first over my shoulders, slowly adding pressure as the sticky come starts to run onto the plastic with the water. Then her hands start to move down to my right breast where bright purple bruises surround vicious looking teeth marks. I don't remember that! Maybe I was right and they hadn't stopped even when I had passed out or maybe they were just to busy to notice. As the blonde pours more water around my chest her hands massage. He felt the throbbing need coursing through his groin. His cock was rising, twitching and jerking with desire - desire for his own daughter - a desire he could never fulfill - a desire that was forbidden to him.Damn!He was a haunted man. His carnal lusts had betrayed him. All his life, he had lived as he had been taught by his parents. They had been strict, but they had shown him the path of right. It was a path he had treaded all his life - until now. Now there was Karen, his own daughter, a. Bob knocked again, but that didn't satisfy Hank. He pounded on the door, hollering out Charlie's name and cursing at him to open up.Finally the door opened, and Charlie sheepishly looked out. He was holding the bed's comforter around his body. The men could tell he had no clothes on under the blanket. Peering in to the darkened room, Bob could make out a form on the bed, trying to hide under the remaining covers. He turned his head toward the waiting Hank and he jerked it in the direction of.