For this reason, she sold the house really cheap, about one-hundred-and-fifty grand, which is not bad considering the ten acres of land and the three-...housand square foot home. The house is two stories and completely furnished, mostly with old antique furniture.I write this to document the strange occurrences going on in this house since I moved in. I never was one to believe in ghost stories or anything of the paranormal but over the past month, this house may make me a believer.Night 1During. I took me a couple of minutes, but finally I got all seven inches in there. I started to fuck her slowly, gradually increasing speed. I caught a good rhythm, and we were really going at it. She started yelling “Oh yah, fuck me, fuck me like the dirty whore I am, fuck the shit outta me daddy, make me cum again.” I really started going hard when I herd that. She moaned louding and said “I’m gonna cum again, oh yah fuck the shit outta me, YAAHHHH.” As she came, the spray was almost enough to push. She'd even seduced a professor at her school into giving her a passing grade in return for unlimited sex in his office; bending over his desk, on top of the Xerox machine, pushed up against the file cabinet.Against his will, his own sex had lengthened and hardened in response to her frank and erotic declaration. Under his black cassock, he throbbed and swelled despite the desperate prayers he ran through his head. When he had finally managed to give her absolution and penance, he had not been. “Let’s give him a little break. His ass is gonna have time to tighten back up again, and I wanna just RIP it open!”“Yeah,” I laughed, giving him a bro fist. “It’ll be tighter than any pussy you’ve ever fucked, I bet!”Cody gave a sinister laugh and we dragged Tyson back to the chair we tied him to. Dad reached into my bag and pulled out another length of rope, and as soon as we had Tyson sitting in the chair again, we tied him up again tightly, his cuffed hands behind the back of the chair..