"What do you think of this sadistic bitch cousin of yours t? Look at the whore finger banging herself while you get your ass beat?" Of course she can'... answer. "Daddy, don't you think it's time for some after care?" you ask me."Remove the thong" I say. I snap some pics of her ass with my phone. It looks hot to the touch. "Stand her up" I bark again. She gets on her feet a little shaky. We embrace her in a kind of group hug, as we see tears streaming down her face. She has the look of. She stepped up on her tiptoes, arched her back, pushing her pussy into my hand. I reached up and unhooked her bra. She stepped back and tossed it to one side.“Step over to the full-sized mirror.” She did. I followed and stood behind her, wrapping my arms around her and caressing her breasts. I knelt down and pulled her panties down to the floor and stood back up, again reaching her breasts from behind. She folded her hands behind her head, lifting her breasts high for me to admire. I ran my. Oh well.I busted her on her skirt, Which was short to the point of being obscene. Any shorter and it'd be a belt. She blushed at that remark, but moved a little closer to me at the bar. The music suggested some serious moves and she wanted me to join her on the floor. I demurred, and in a moment or so I was rewarded with a slow piece. And this time when she asked I accepted.She immediately came in close, pressing her lithe body to mine. Her hands guiding mine to her firm bum. Her head resting. He tried pinching her nose and blowing air into her lungs but nothing worked. Finally, exhausted, he sat back. ‘No, keep trying,’ the young girl screamed. ‘Mom.’ ‘It’s no use,’ John said sadly. ‘Please, keep trying,’ the girl pleaded, crying. John tried again knowing it was probably useless. It was. Another five minutes and not one indication of life. He felt for a pulse or heartbeat and there was none. He tried pounding on her chest to activate her heart but it was too late, she was dead. He.