“Yes, yes, you’re going to cum,” I groaned, burying into her cunt so hard, just a few moments from exploding into her depths, just a few more st...okes to my rapture.“It’s a superheroine!” Keily gasped, her snatch clenching hard on my dick as I drew back for my next plunge. “Like ... Futagirl or something!”“What?” I frowned as I rammed into her cunt, the friction shooting pleasure down to my ovaries, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.I just needed a little more and I would defeat her.I drew. Covered with water from the tub, I climbed out, and heard my step-daughter gasp."What's the matter?" I asked.She just stood there looking.And then I realized, she was staring at my erection. It was massive. I'm not the "biggest" guy in the world, but hard, it's big enough I think to make at least someone look. And obviously, that's exactly what it did to Marissa.Katie was lying on the floor. I climbed up, and, nervously glancing down the hallway where my wife was sleeping in the bedroom, said. John slowly saunters in behind us, replaying the pictures he just took. *******The sun peaks into the bedroom, waking me up. I roll over and the bed is empty. I must have been dreaming, I think to myself. What an awesome dream. Then in walks Tiffany wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping wet from the shower. She smiles at me and winks. I smile back at her sleepily. Ok, maybe it wasn’t a dream.She removes the towel and wraps it around her head to dry her hair. She stands in front of me. She was intimatly familiar with His belt by the time she was e*ght. one day when she was f**rt**n He caught her masterbating and flew into a drunken rage' taking off His belt He pulled her over his lap. He yelled at her that only bad little g*rls play with their private parts as He brought the belt down on her backside for the first of what was more than 40 lashes of the belt. because her D*d was as drunk as He was most of the blows did not land on her ass like she expected but struck her.