“Really? Part of you doesn’t think it’s sick.” My father moaned and said nothing more. Mr. Miller came to stand by me again. “Maybe the r...sembleance is lower down. Strip cunt.” I stood back and took off my t-shirt then shimmied out of my skirt while Mr. Miller roughly pulled my mother’s skirt off along with her panties. I’d never seen my mother naked of course, and was surprised that she was so slim but her cunt was covered in a thatch of hair. Mr. Miller made a gagging sound. “How can. After all, I planned to be a dutiful daughter instead of a rebellious son.Lying on my back because the training bra's metal shaped cups made it impossible to sleep on my stomach, I drifted off into the best sleep that I've ever had. As I drifted off into sleep, I vaguely remember saying over and over "Hi, my name is Tonya. I'm Tonya. I'm the new girl in school." As I thought about how wonderful the next day was going to be in my new school, I was the happiest girl in. ‘You shouldn’t be out here, mistress Elise,’ Pierre was saying, ‘This is no matter for a lady.’ ‘Are they all dead?’ she asked. Strange, she had always thought she would be more horrified at the sight of dead men, but all that she felt was a melancholy curiosity. ‘They’re all cut up pretty badly, mistress,’ he told her. ‘But a man can take some cuts without dying. I think three might live to see tomorrow if they get some care.’ ‘Well, we should see that they get it, then,’ she said. It was. "You're wide open to me now. But what a tight little pussy you have, baby. What a hot, narrow little snatch; it's grabbing my prick as if it had fingers, squeezing down on me." F-fuck me," she gasped. "Pour the prick to me, my sweet daddy! Screw your daughter--"He stroked her, backing out his cock until her cunt lips fought to keep a grip on the flanged head, then thrusting his pole so deep that she thought it was going to tear up into her belly. But she could take it all, and moaned.