As she twisted in and pressed her bared tits into his – at first – tentative grasp, she moaned a throaty, “Yes! Yes! Touch me!” into his mouth...Glancing down, Martin saw that her skirt had slipped up on her thighs. She saw him looking. When he reached for her knee, her thighs unhesitatingly parted, inviting his hand to glide up the velvety inside of her unstockinged thigh.Bringing her hot breath and a tickling flick of the tongue to Martin’s ear, she whispered, “God, you are a naughty boy. You. As I was passing I heard I small whimper, I stood there listening, and when I heard a load groan I decided to check it out.I threw the door open so forcefully that I'm surprised the door didn't come off its hinges. The moment the door opened was the moment that changed me forever. Cass was on the bed looking up at me with a shocked expression, while I was frozen. As I stood there dazed Cass started screaming at me 'GET THE FUCK OUT!'. I had never heard her use such language, I shook my head to. I just gotta see what its like.”I got on the bed, turned on my back (no way that thing was doing me dogy, and He stood in between my legs.“Go slow…. Really slow.”He put the head inside me, and I felt myself spreading. As he pushed in, I felt myself part in ways I had never felt. He moved in and out of me, really slowly, eventually pushing inside me to the point where I didn’t think he could go in anymore. He stopped, and I seemed to relax, and he pushed in a bit more, and then there was a. ." Bradley..."He stepped toward her, his fists balled, his face red, his body trembling. "Shut up!" he screamed. She recoiled in the face of his fury. He'd snapped. "How could you?" he asked, his face twisted in disgust. "How could you do this to Abigail, to Dad?" Y-you don't understand," she tried to respond, but he stepped forward again."What d'you mean I don't understand? You knew they were screwing each other and you let them! In our own house! You just stand there and let Allison whore.