Besides, this chair is hurting my back.” “C’mon kids, let’s go to the bedroom, “said mother just like any mom would shoo their kids off to ...heir rooms after dinner. Donna tore ahead and by the time mom and I had traipsed in she was naked on the bed with lust in her eyes and her shapely legs splayed. At the Y was a soft tuft of light brown fur that couldn’t hide the magnificent contours of pussy. Like everything else about Donna it was a work of art. No, better. Not even Michelangelo could. How could this be happening? And how could his cock betray him by spurting twice in quick succession at the sight of his wife in this unbecoming state with two strangers? In a moment of weakness, he contemplated throwing himself from the ladder, then realised the result would most likely be a stay in hospital rather than eternity.Then he heard a voice from inside. “Well, that was a very satisfactory functionality check, if you ask me. But if there’s anything you’d like to ask, feel free.”It. There were about twenty booths, some with gloryholes and a couple with transparent/opaque windows. Though they had no doors, the booths were designed with a double turn entrance so that some privacy was afforded. I selected one in the rear that had a gloryhole in one side wall. The circular opening was about three inches in diameter, neatly cut in the partition, which was constructed of thick laminated plywood. There were stains and streaks on the wall below it, the composition and source of. . not wanting to believe that she would have consented or actually experienced a fucking in her ass… especially by her father and his cock… All the evidence pointed to that fact though and Mindy sat on the toilet for a few more minutes sobbing with confusion and a sense of violation and betrayal… She was now feeling thatbshe may have been brutally ****d by her father, and used in a way that was coarse and abusive and as if she were nothing more than one of his whores who would do anything for a.