This seemed to piss him off. He picked up the hairbrush and another burning hit on my ass had me clenching my fists. He rained blow after blow on my b...rning ass. My ass felt like it was on fire, and tears dripped down my chin, but I was so fucking horny, I didn't know if I wanted him to stop. Suddenly he stopped. He was sweating and angry still. “Daddy wants to fuck you slut,” he said to Kristen, “but first Kayla is going to lick that boy's cum out of your filthy cunt. Spread your legs you. .dishes were done by hand from water heated on the cookstove, then rinsed in cold water in the second sink which had been filled by buckets carried from the hand pump located on a side porch.Various cabinets held dishes and cookware. A large kitchen cabinet was along another wall. I remembered my mother had one when I was a kid. It had a large bin in the top left side which held a twenty pound bag of flour. On the front of the bin was a crank handle which sifted the flour through a screen and. My parents were very strict; my father is an accountant and my mother teaches summer school and leads the school choir. They only agreed to my going to school there if i stayed with my aunt sheetal, who lived within a few blocks of the college.Sheetal was only ten years older than me but had a master’s degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and dad approved of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter.. As his hand moved down my stomach, I spread my legs and lifted my ass to meet his fingers as they reached my throbbing clit. Sliding a fingertip into my slit, he smeared the moistness up across my clit, sending a shock through my pussy. He had big hands and fingers and when he pushed one down to probe my wet hole, it felt like a small dick moving in and out of me. As I spread my legs further apart, he slid another finger down and began working both of them in and out, opening my wet pussy even.