Sam, to really put Saggy in the mood,had rubbed rubbing alcohol on her tortured bits so that she was in mountingpain throughout the shagging. ?Did she...do good?? asked Sam of me. ?Yes,? I replied. ?Very well, Saggy. You can go shower the alcohol off your cunt and breasts.I have some business to discuss with my friend here. And take that old fishwith you.? ?What business?? I asked after the women had left. He directed me to the kitchenwhere he poured both of us some coffee. ?My daughter's in her. "Today we are going to go over the basic punches, most of which you have already been using during your workouts on the bag. Let's first take up the proper stance. Since you're right handed, your left foot is out in front, and you will jab with your left hand, throw hooks with your left as well, and use the right to throw straight punches, uppercuts and hooks to the head of your opponent. This is just like working out on the bag except, for one thing, unlike the bag your opponent will be. Sara was naked and she looked every part a teenage girl could, small breasted and and long legged, legs that went on forever, and the thin line of her cunt, spoke volumes to the males desirous of possessing one so young, she was speaking as she moved gracefully towards us, her eyes were wide, her mouth open, and the heat from her body as it touched ours.I watched as if in slow motion, her upturned face and pink lips were being crushed by his, their tongues meshing, my daughter was not concerned. I just knew I'd feel better if I did it.Elizabeth came into the kitchen from somewhere in the interior of the house. "Did Gerta tell you yet, Kenny?" She looked over at Gerta angrily."Tell me what?" I hadn't seen Elizabeth since before I left a week ago."She's given me two weeks to find another job and a new place to live. Just because of Aunt Mildred and Cousin Anne. How is any of that my fault? I hardly know them." I looked over at her again, everything finally clicking into place for me. She.