Johnny Lagrenza, while fucking my cunt, exclaimed, "See? The bitch loves it!" YES!" I cried in response. "Fuck me harder! HARDER! I want your fucking ...um! In me, on me, whatever you decide! I'm just a dirty little Catholic slut who's only good for taking jizz!" And believe me, I took a LOT of jizz that day! I can't give a precise count because all of their gorgeous dicks had overruled my brain, rendering me helpless, putting me completely under their control, but I know most of the boys either. She was bent over the bed with knees on the floor, her ass sticking out. She had a sleep shirt on and nothing else, it was pulled up leaving her ass exposed. I stop for a moment, she was snoring and had a puddle of drool onthe bed by her mouth. I went into the bathroom and upon finishing what I needed to do I got to thinking about what I had saw on the bed. I thought about Mrs Bakers ass sticking out and then I thought that I think I had caught a glimpse of her beaver. My cock got real hard as. I was teasing Barry out loud about needing his cock and how wet my pussy was. I knew he couldn’t hear me because I was talking softly. I did wonder, though, if he was as aware of me as I was of him. Surely he had to feel it. I got my answer. Very slowly, he took one of my hands and then the other and moved them from his stomach up higher on his chest, slipping them under the shirt. Despite the rush of cool air on him, his skin all of a sudden felt really hot to my touch. Why I did it I don’t. He cupped his hand around his cock and wiped his cum and Hannah's blood and juices off and rubbed them into Anne's face. My father was now between Hannah's legs pushing his cock into her dripping cunt. She tried to push him off but he slapped her across the face and told her to be a good little slut like her mother. My husband walked over to Therese and Debbie, he took Debbie by the hand and led her up to his bedroom. A few minutes later his bedroom appeared on the TV screen. He and Debbie were.