"Angelina said slowly, "Where am I from?" Florence, Italy." Thank you for telling me, Mom." Angelina got up and went to her room.So this explains the ...unny feelings I get between my legs every time I see Daddy, Angelina thought. It's because he's not my real father.That night, Angelina was sprawled out on her bed, wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a silky pink nightgown, reading a book. Her hair was drawn into a smooth knot at the back of her head.There was a knock on the door. "Come in!". Fuuuuuuck.....yeeeeees". His cock twitches once or twice more as he finishes cumming in me and slide off him onto the couch, totally weak. Chris has just been staring at us that entire time with his jaw on the floor. I laugh slightly and say, "You enjoy the show?" Fuck yeah baby, that was some epic shit right there. You good Jordan? Or did he fuck you to death?" Him? I'M the one that got fucked to death! Haha." Nah Kyle, you just took my cock like a fucking champ. I ain't never fucked a ass. The suggested scale of her Talent, and her pronouncements about Mat and I, and the way she seemed to separate those into the Mat and Sparrow parts and the Obsidian and River parts was scary and to be honest, just a little intimidating.Perhaps the perfection of the timing wasn't coincidence, but before I could dwell to much on it, it was time to make the next big jump, this time an actual one, to the world called Meadow, or facet — I was still adjusting the way I thought about these things, and. Fortunately, having completely demolished my face, he is ready to do the exact same thing to my defenseless puss. He pins my stilletos all the way back to my ears and sticks his enormous tool so deep inside me I can feel it in my stomach. My pretty panties are still wrapped around my creamy, white thighs. I love the thought of the man nailing me in the missionary position so I can look into his lust filled eyes. My little hands grab my high heels and hold them down behind my head. His.