Dianne turned her eyes enough to see that Jill’s middle finger was slowly stroking the soft folds of her labia. Completely flustered and unable to c...me up with anything reasonable she finally said, “I don’t know.” “What do you mean you don’t know? You must know what you fantasize about.” Dianne kept her head turned toward the talk show but out of the corner of her eye she was watching Jill’s finger slide between her full lips up to the first knuckle and move up to the large looking hood that. I looked at myself inthe reflection of the kitchen window and resigned myself to being'Samantha' while I was in this house. I felt I had been forced intothis decision, I didn't feel like I had any choice really. This feltvery much like the right thing to do. Without consciously thinking myhands rose to my hair, which had been tucked neatly behind my ears. Ifluffed it up a little and let it fall around my face.I finished making Mrs. Storey's sandwich and took it out to her. Forthe rest of my. I want to see some cum!" I laid down and Ben climbed on top of me. He lowered his head to my cock and I found his hard-on hanging above my head. I reached up and took his ass cheeks in my hands and pulled his cock down and unto my mouth.He began a slow rhythm of slurping and sucking. His hard cock plunged into my throat and gagged me. I backed off a little and then let him come back into my throat as deep as it could. Cindy came over and held the base of his cock as I brought the head up to my. A few minutes later, I heard it car leave the driveway. I was grateful, to be honest. I didn’t want to be alone, but I didn’t want my father hovering over me. After a few minutes of standing in my bedroom doorway, motionless, I made my way out to the kitchen. I was like a man possessed. I remember pulling out the silverware drawer. I remember pulling out the knife my mother used to cut vegetables when she cooked. Slowly, knife in hand, I walked back into my bedroom. I sat on the floor and.