I'll meet you there. Don't drive too fast."Before Randi hung up, she whispered into the phone again. "I've been bad, Laura. I think I need a little-" ...on't say it," Laura gulped, hanging up the phone and taking a couple of deep breaths.She had completely forgotten about the Gibsons. Oh god. Maybe they won't be home until later. They don't usually get there until around seven, I think. I'll have to ask Randi to keep it down. God, I hate this! I want to make her pant and beg and scream when she. As I thrust myself into my daughter's pussy with one long hard stroke she cried out, her voice trailing off in a sob as our groins met sharply, for a few brief seconds I lay still, savouring the feel of her pussy around my prick, her muscles gripping me even as she bucked beneath me to push me away. Then, like a wild animal, I began thrusting, there was nothing gentle about my movements, nothing loving just a desperate need for fulfilment, for satisfaction, a double-edged satisfaction of guilt. ?Urk,? she retched, pulling away a half-inch and breathing in deeply through her nose. He tugged hard on the chain and went further into her. She realised that it was not a blow-job; it was a throat-fuck. Her thighs clenched again as she tried to twist away, but it only hurt her more. There was no escape. It was too big. She opened her eyes to see herself staring back, frightened and degraded. She gagged dangerously on him. He knew what it meant. He pulled out and watch her spit a little. Bob asked me if I would come by on the weekend. He told me that he had acouple of other young "masculine" male friends that were coming over andhe would like us all to get together. I told him I would come by. Heasked if I would come by and get dressed and I said that I would thinkabout it. He said that I could come by dressed normally and get dressedas a girl at his place. He also said that if I was a girl, that I mighthave a very nice time with his two other young friends.I did go to his.