"Gale!" she hysterically clamored. "Am I loosing my mind, or is that 'thing' up inside of us starting to go limp?" "I think the correct term is flacc...d, but yes, I believe it is." "How could it do that? After all, it's a dildo, not a real penis." "No. You're right. It's not a real penis. However, it sure seems to behaving like a real penis behaves. "Now, to answer your question about how it could do what it sure feels like it's doing, let me ask you a question. How can a pair of rather. Wilson made me do the unthinkable. He made me run away from home, the one place that I felt safe. I cried endless tears this morning as he made me handwrite a letter to my dad and leave it on my desk in my room. It detailed how I was running away from home to start a new life, because I felt disgusted at myself for letting him have sex with me. It went on to warn him to not look for me, or I would go to the authorities to tell them that he raped me. Mr. Wilson made me write it in cold verbiage. While Kimmie was sucking my throbbing shaft, I went back to work on Becky’s sweet tasting young pussy. As I licked and sucked softly on her clit, I enjoyed the tongue lashing Kimmie was giving my hard thick cock. Although not as experienced at giving head as her mother, the taboo nature of this sex was driving me wild with lust. My deep sexual desire for Robin’s two daughters was now becoming a reality. I was lavishing Becky’s sweet pussy as her sister Kimmie sucked my swollen shaft. As her. And he says he wants to see me with a dog. I have sex with men for him, I have sex with a dog for him ... I don’t care...”Yureed takes over. “She says it is for me, but I know she likes it ... She looks out of the window at everyone with a dog ... At first I think she’s looking at the men ... Then she starts talking about the dogs ... She doesn’t know the breeds, so she says ‘there is a Casanova outside’ or ‘I see a Dino over the road’ – all she knows is your show.” He smiles again. “And I.