"What are you doing??!!" I asked her in a low tone so my parents would not hear. "Making sure you are not hurt or bleeding,," she said."Fuck, you don'... grab my dick & yank on it like that" I whispered, "Soooorrry!" she said, slowly stroking my dick as I was forgetting the pain I was in just seconds ago. As I looked up at my parents in the front, to see if they could see anything, Sara pushed my boxersdown into my pants, below my balls, and when she thought they would stay that way, went back to. Patience isn't my strongest skill, so I was grateful when I didn't have to use it. One moment I was in the middle of the room, the next I was on my back in bed. His lips closing over mine as he ground his hips into me. Pleasure was washing over me. I began moaning into his mouth. Lifting one of my legs, I settled him more squarely between my thighs, loving the feel of his erection rubbing against my clitoris. Juices mixing as the lustful fever took over. Driving home in the heat of passion, I. I knew that my husband was about to start bargaining. He simply couldn't bear the thought of our daughter, or our son, for that matter, being unhappy. And Chelsea had been manipulating her dad since she was still wearing diapers."Chels, I really love my car," he began. "So I really don't need a new one. Maybe we could start a family tradition you know... ? Maybe we could get you your own Mustang?" The same color as yours," she asked. He grudgingly nodded."But you're getting a v6," he said as if. Then she stepped forward and twisted as the other man thrust his knife. She felt the blade swiff through her gauzy nightgown, missing her flesh due to how oversized the negligee had become on her. As she completed her 360-degree swivel, she used the force of her momentum to bring the tip of the baton across the eyes of her attacker."Aaahgh!" the man screamed and drew back as he protected his face. The other one stepped forward now, and Shepherd grabbed a vase of drooping, almost dead flowers.