She felt like a used whore, but even that excited her.I got undressed and slipped my cock into her. She smiled at me for taking sloppy seconds. None o... her husbands would have fucked her with another man’s cum in her if he knew it. I kept proving to her that I was nothing like any of her ex-husbands.Actually with his cum inside her, the feeling was greatly diminished, and the feeling was a lot less, letting me last quite a bit longer. Thankfully between the three of us she had her orgasm as I. Lasla glanced at our brother and then she sighed and took off her robe. Then she crawled on the bed and latched onto my other nipple. My brother smiled and then he crawled onto the bed. He parted my legs and dove into my cunt.I was wet. Horny. Itching for a cum after watching him with the queen. It wouldn't take long to get me off. I shuddered as he licked at me. His tongue danced through my snatch. He caressed me and tasted me. I squirmed, my heart pounding in my chest. He brushed my clit. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the feel of Hillary’s cock buried in me, and as I came my arse squeezed against it hard, trying to force it out; a motion that Hillary’s body weight prevented, which drove my orgasm to a higher level; causing my cock to spray rope after rope of cum against the breakfast bar. Messy as my cock was, with everything that had come before, I don’t think Hillary had realised that she’d brought me all the way off, to the point where my balls were now dry heaving. She. Her ass still throbbing from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and again and again ... she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father ... fucking her ... fucking her ass ... fucking her cunt. Filling her with his seed.She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on her life before she went to Maracas. Without consciously being aware, her.