A hot hand ran under the wispy skirt following the curves of her ass. Another little shudder shook her body, she was hot for him as he was for her. He...pulled them both down to sit by the fire and watch the waves slap against the shore, waves that would soon be hers, waves of wanting, of aching pleasures. ‘Sit here babe,’ he patted the area between his legs. She sat her back to him resting on his chest, they both could watch the water lapping at the sand. A slight breeze from the sea lifted her. Seemingly for no reason.I had been in my room as usual. I heard the commotion and then mom running into their room next to mine. I imagined she was laying face down on her bed crying, as I heard the moans.I went down to try talking with dad but then he hit me too. He was BIG. I mean BIG. I was just 16, and still needed to pack more ass my own self yet.Generally, mom would cry herself to sleep and I would wake and go to school.Often, I could hear them in their room as he forced her into making. Now she is in her white panty. He stretched her legs and started licking her pussy on panty only then he same a side and removed all his dress and became nude I saw his cook which was like a rod of 9 inches. Then I asked why he became nude. He said that his dress will spoil. So I got back. Then he came to mom and removed her panty. He licked her haired pussy and fingered in it. Then he without waiting put his cook in her pussy and fucked her like a mad dog. If my mom was if conscious she would. Damian loved the motorcycles; they represented something important to him. He and Selina had worked together to build them, because she had refused to believe that the fight was over. Initially depressed on their arrival, Damian had been ready to surrender to everything and anything that came across their paths. Selina had said no. Purgatory it might be, but hope must never be lost. Or else it was no longer Purgatory but Hell.They had talked while building the bikes. About each other, about.