I was just about to say something when we both heard my brotherTom's bike hit the side of the house. Aunt Heather quickly pulled theAfghan up over he... waist - her legs from the kneed down hadsuspicious wet marks just about the size of my mouth. I ploppeda textbook over my lap to hide my wetspot. Just as the dooropened, I remembered to take the TV off mute, and for the firsttime noticed that we were watching Jerry Springer."Did Mom tell you that I was going to a sleep-over tonight,"asked. She felt his fingers as the felt around for the hole, in short order he was in to. He was a little thicker, but much longer than her date. He hit “the spot” over and over again but not quite enough to get her going.. His pumps were quick and out of rhythm, after several misses, he finally hit “the spot” many times in a row. Finally the next orgasm hit and Marcia buried her head in the pillow to keep from waking the whole floor. He continued to pump and then to gasp. He was going to cum. He. “You don’t want to get that pretty dress dirty,” said Willie, grabbing the hem and pulling it over my head. And there I stood, buck naked in his kitchen while he carefully folded my dress and placed it on a clean table. The Somalis were bug-eyed by then. He was back to kneading my breasts and I was watching something trying to poke through his apron. At one point he leaned over and put his head between my titties and his whiskers tickled my skin. “Lean over the table,” he said. I did, with my. Tabitha strolled behind the dimpled ass of her tormentor, looking around for some implement with which she could apply the punishment; there was nothing, unfortunately, of which to avail herself. Oh well—skin on skin it would have to be. She caught Jared’s glance and a sly understanding passed between them, right before she whacked her step-daughter’s ass for the first time.Sorrel’s squeak of outrage was muffled by the cock that filled her mouth. The sound was so gratifying that Tabitha spanked.