"Don't leave yet," she said. And for some reason, I listened. "Okay," I told her. Then, I got back under the blanket and laid on my side facing her. A...smile crept to her face. Her hand graced my wrist as her fingers danced their way up my arm. I squirmed a little at the slight touch of her fingertips. "Are you ticklish?" she asked. Her green eyes met mine. "Yes, very ticklish." She took my words as an invitation. Her fingers found my ribs and she tickled me there, making me squirm and laugh and. " Again," he moaned and she rubbed her nose."Yeah. She's out on a date," Emily blurted out and pursed her lips together. "Umm sort of."She expected to hear his voice break, but he just grunted. "Sure, OK. Tell her I called. Just got some news and wanted a chat. Can you ask her to call me when she is free?" Sure," Emily promised and wiped her face; she knew her sister talking to Andy would only make her more withdrawn and isolated. She was missing Andy and hearing his voice would confuse. It is the least I can do after that awesome blow job,” I heard Mark reply.The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it further to get a better look. Mark Stoneman, the son of my late husband’s boss was slam fucking my sixteen-year-old daughter Kimberly. He was pounding her from behind doggie style. It was déjà vu all over again.Mark’s father, Horace Stoneman, had been fucking me for the past two years and doggie style was his favorite.I was mesmerize watching, as Mark seemed to have a huge cock.. “Yeah, whatever,” I called out, closing my eyes and praying for him to leave. I heard him walk away and started up again. I fingered my clit a bit more, stroking and squeezing it, even slipped another finger into my opening, but it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t get off, and could feel the heat leave me a bit. Grumbling I grabbed a robe and headed to the shower. My brother’s door was closed, and I pounded on it hollering at him that I was going to the bathroom and not to disturb me. He said.