Oh, yes, yes, she's just enjoying my pussy cream.”“So yummy,” my little sister moaned, squeezing her bowels down on my cock. “If only there wa... some cum to lick out.”“Damn,” I groaned, thrusting away at her asshole.The ache built and built at the tip of my dick as I ass-fucked my little sister. I drove my cock deep and hard into her bowels. I plunged to the hilt in her. I shuddered as I savored this wonderful ecstasy. This amazing heat swelled in my nuts.I wanted to cum in her. But I wanted her. We had "quizzes" every day, and I alternated between the front and back of her thighs. Shannon was continually sore. She got better at studying very quickly, but she was really not too bright; though I restricted myself to the most modest sorts of questions, I was forced to whip her at least some nearly every time. I had to be careful not to break her skin, or we could have had serious problems.During this period I did not push Shannon sexually or psychologically. I needed her to concentrate on. “Only while you’re here.”“Only while I’m here.”“You’ll keep an eye on her, Jack.”“More than one, my pretty slave.” He tilted her head back and hissed her.It hurt to see how quickly Riley and Reese were bonding. Jill understood, of course. Reese was an outsider to her, a sympathetic ear who withheld judgment and revealed some truths about the adult world that parents couldn’t easily share. She worked mechanically on the vegetables while she stared at her daughter and sister through the window,. ”“No children?” asked Helen.“Not with that one.” Helen’s eyes opened at that. She had never heard him talk about children. “My second wife was during my residency. She was a nurse, and everything was wonderful and happy, and she became pregnant, and we were going to live the perfect life, right up until the kid was born.”“What happened?”“Oh, nothing much. My son is as black as the ace of spades, but other than that, nothing much,” he said acidly.“What?”He nodded in agreement. “My son is of the.