Best of all, their spiritual leader, Steve Agnus, would not be present, had no say in the matter, and was powerless to stop it.Susan had thought serio...sly about leaving Steve and his legal wife, Judy, many times but had no place to go and no other church family was likely to take her and her daughter in. There were several who might feel inclined, but all were up to their ears in pregnant females eating them out of house and home. Two more wombs to feed and care for over-rode desire, for next. "I love you dick, Tyrone", she yelled at top of her voice. So it was Tyrone that was fucking my 20 year old daughter. Tyrone worked at gym not far from our home. My daughter and I were members and attended aerobic classes Tuesdays and Thursdays. I noticed two weeks ago Tyrone and Gwen were spending a lot of time together. Tyrone was now pulling her by her hair and fucking her even harder. The only sounds now were his grunts, her moans and her ass clapping against his pelvic area. This is not. “It feels so nice to be pampered.” She floated and gazed up at the familiar image of Earth’s moon.It was all fake of course, but damn, it looked good! Oona didn’t think she could tell the difference even with a telescope. But the orbital track of the linear sun’s silver cousin was absurd. The fake moon always tracked the centerline at the top of the cylindrical sky, moving from south to due north, perfectly perpendicular to the east-to-west orbit of the linear sun. And the phases of the moon. He pulled me into the laundry room, I felt his hand slide up my thigh, ‘What are you doing?!’ I cried out with mock-horror in my voice, I knew exactly what he was doing.He didn’t bother answering my question, he just began moving his hand farther and farther up my short skirt. Slowly, the fingertips of his right hand brushed underneath my bum, slowly moving their way up to the elastic of my small, white panties, while his left hand twisted and tickled my nipple. All I could do was moan. He.