My lot in life, to be pissed on by my wives!“Now we wait three minutes and then we know. Do you want to wait up here or go downstairs with Erin?”�...�Let’s go downstairs. This is something I need to share with my wife when it happens.” Lynn cleaned herself and pulled up her panties and then her slacks. Then she helped me wash her water off of my hands and we went down stairs. It was almost three minutes when we walked into the family room to find Erin still on her knees.“Honey, I want you in my. " It seemed a reasonable answer to him, after all, how could he be expected to do homework as he had just walked in off the street. That of course is the whole point, he was going to get a leathering whatever excuse he came up with. The only point of answering was that, by being sorry, came the hope that she might not be so severe. " Pathetic excuse that is" she bellowed. " And what happens to slaves who produce feeble excuses for not carrying out my express instructions?" "I do not know. He felt them tighten and contract, he grunted and moaned gratefully, his whole body trembling with pleasure as he erupted his warm, delicious load into his stepsisters waiting mouth. She kept her mouth around his penis as the last few squirts of his cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed the massive load appreciatively after savouring the taste of his salty cum, she opened her mouth to show Michael. 'Good girl' he said, stroking her hair.Just then they heard their parents car pull up on the. That was a lie. He rammed his cock into me. I felt like I had been stabbed, or like I was ripping, I tried to get away but he pushed me down and pulled back and slammed into me again- this time even deeper! I was scared he was going to tear me inside, I felt like it was going all the way into my tummy. Again and again he rammed his cock into me each time going deeper and deeper. It started to hurt less but it felt so strange and I wanted it to end. I shut my eyes and sobbed as he pressed his.