This stripper was damn beautiful. She was Latina. She had long black hair that swooped across her shoulders. She had bright blue eyes. This girl was p...rfect.When she came over and gave me a lap dance, her ass rubbed against my cock through my pants and I felt a sudden sensation to rape her. But I controlled my feeling and let her dance across my lap. I whispered something to Liam that the stripper couldn't. His eyes were glued to hisdaughter's red ass and the pulsing muscles of her pussy beatingaround his finger had his balls aching. "You're not a virgin," he rasped. "You're a whore!" Inexperienced though she was, Judy sensed a change in herfather's mood and she began to quiver. She squirmed lewdly on hislap, milking his finger with her pussy. "Oooo, Daddy. I couldn't help myself." Anger and lust raged through Darin's body. He yanked hisfinger from her pussy and shoved her off. Her wetness running down her leg."Not my fault." Samantha retorted."Well now it's your turn. Get up to our bedroom. I have a surprise for you." Hannah demanded. Samantha ran upstairs and threw herself on their bed. Hannah entered soon after finally getting naked."I want you to get on all fours, turn around and close your eyes." Hannah demanded. And Samantha gladly did as her sister asked. She could her rustling and odd noises. Suddenly she felt her sister's tongue on her ass. Samantha screamed. Maybe I was a bit naive. But it was her turn now, and she picked the top card to ask Mandy. “How often do you masturbate?” Now everyone was staring at Mandy, and her cheeks started to glow. But she, like Naomi, opted for truth. “Once a day,” she said meekly, her eyes closed, “sometimes twice.” Jen and Naomi giggled, and Liz whispered something under her voice that sounded suspiciously like “horny slut”, but I couldn’t be sure. The only thing I could be sure of was that this version of truth or.