" You wanted to show those men tits like you're wearing right now, didn't you. Hoisted up like only a whore would do. Your bra so tight your tits ar... almost spilling out of it. Cleavage to make their mouths turn dry. You wanted them to run their hands over you like this. Don't try to lie to me."He clawed his nails over the rock hard surfaces of my exposed tits. They were held together so tightly in the confines of the little demi bra they were like an offering to him. Their cleavage was. “Was it good? Was it good when Carlo fucked you? Do youlike it when he fucks you? Do you want Carlo to fuck youagain? Do you?”There is a throbbing in my ears, as if I can hear theblood racing through my veins. My pelvis is movingagainst her hand and fingers, wantonly, whorishly. “Yes,” I say, knowing instinctively that the words arewhat my daughter is craving now. “I loved it when yourhusband fucked me. I loved the way Carlo fucked me. Iwant him to fuck me again,. Before I left the bedroom, I stashed the rubbers in the drawer of the night table. I took a quick shower, dressed and headed for the stairs. I could smell the aroma of coffee and bacon drifting down the stairs from the kitchen. I found Caitlin in the kitchen at the stove cooking scrambled eggs. She had already put juice, coffee and a plate with toast and bacon on the table. She was wearing the robe from the night before. I walked up behind her and reached around into the robe to fondle her bare. Now, she had the added burden of taking up the slack with her sister somewhat incapacitated due to the broken leg. Sometimes, poor Lucrecia was so caught up in the itching and the depression of not being able to move properly that Angelica felt obligated to take care of all the sexual demands that they used to tend to as a team hiding their complicit guilt from prying eyes.Angelica thought now it would be nice to wear bikinis and stretch out on the clean white sand for a change and not be.