I wouldnt mind dominating my sisters ass. Oh how I wanted it! I was going insane! my sisters legs on my lap, massaging her sexy feet and sporting a ro...k hard tent in my pants...it was to much!she was amazed by my answers they must have stuck with her because after she was rubbing her feet on my lap and discovered my hard on, she was shocked and silent. She couldnt stop rubbing her feet on my lap and I didnt want her to. she said, "Whoooa what the hell?! Was that me who did that to you? Im your. Judging by the demon’s moves, he suspected she was far quicker and was no stranger to knife fighting.That was bad news. Combat with short blades was a brutal, ugly business under the best of circumstances, which this was not. Anyone with training or experience understood one simple, ugly truth about knife fights. The loser bleeds out then and the winner bleeds out later.“Worm! Maggot! You dare attack me?” She snarled as Logan began to circle, dagger in his right hand, short sword in his left.. Daddy did the same to me. I whimpered, this amazing pleasure built and built. My cunt squeezed tight. Juices leaked out of me and spilled into his mouth.He growled as he feasted on me. His fingers dug into my rump.I trembled and whimpered. “Daddy!”“Cum!” Mommy moaned. “Just let yourself go. Surrender to the pleasure! Your daddy wants you to drown him in your cream.”“Yes!” Daddy growled.He latched onto my clit.I squealed and found Grandma’s clit. I sucked on her bud. I nibbled on her. My tongue. ”“Fads,” I asked.“One example, yes. Generally, those aren’t dangerous, just distracting. But there are truly insidious ideas which can infect societies and drag them down.”I nodded, “The destruction of the «kami» of America by those who reject individual freedom in favor of what amounts to serfdom.”“Robert-san and I have spoken about that. Remember this, though, even under totalitarian governments, men of spirit are never, ever broken. Their bodies may be. Their minds may be. But their spirit.