..”“Are you looking at my tits, Dad?” Alison asked.Dad didn't answer her.“Are you?” I demanded. “You have to listen to Alison, too. You ha...e to obey her!” My thoughts prickled.“I am,” he groaned. “They're so round and perky. Just like your mother's were. I...”“You can't ever touch her!” I snarled. “You can look. You can drool over them. But an abusive asshole, a drunk, doesn't deserve to touch his daughters. I'm taking your place. I'm doing to my sisters what you always wanted! And they'll love. The sound of Tony gagging on John's cock was so hot that Mike could feel his balls tighten, ready to dump a second load into Tony's ass, "Oh you sweet slut," Mike groaned as he pumped squirt after squirt into Tony's rectum.Tony hardly noticed Mike pulling out of his ass, as he concentrated on trying to breath around John's thick cock, but could hear the voices coming both from the room and the computer, and he heard what was coming next."Make him moan like the married bitch he is," said one. Then the lash was taken away. There was a pause. The watchers fell silent. The hush was broken only by frogs croaking in the undergrowth.Then CRACK! Amna's body exploded with pure pain. The cat lashed down across her shoulders. Amna shrieked. The pain shot through her body and her brain flamed with red agony. CRACK! Another blow lashed down. Slightly lower but overlapping with the first blow. The pain was magnified far more than before. Amna howled with agony. She screamed. The pain was. My tee shirt only half off, I led the way by clutching at his swollen jean encased cock. We tumbled onto my unmade bed with me on my back, Jim half on top of my sprawled body. His finger found it's way to my now soaking wet pussy, lifting my hips, his finger reached deep inside of me. Enough can't be said about the joy of feeling a finger, or fingers, skillfully probing inside an eager, willing pussy. This bit of foreplay is too often given minor attention in the urgent hast to fuck. There was.