Go see." The man actually appeared to be angry with me.I was hesitant about returning to the house, but something was drawing me in. It seemed to beck...n to me and I just could not resist. As if in a stupor, I let my feet carry me back up the steps and across the unstable threshold. I heard the excited voices of my other companions. I followed the sound as it led me to the kitchens. The sight I observed through the doorway amazed me. Pictures and cookbooks, pots and pans, all manner of inanimate. This sent electric-type shocks right down to my pussy. I immediately felt some of the wetness in my pants slip out onto my panties. I watched my face on the computer screen as I began to pleasure myself. I slipped my hand down my pants. I could immediately feel how wet I really was. I knew there was no stopping now, so I removed my hand and then stood up to shimmy my shorts off my hips. I positioned myself so that the camera could see my shaved pussy and began to play. I spread my pussy lips. His dick slid down my throat. I grew hard to breathe. His dick was so huge, stretching out my throat. I moaned and swallowed, my hips shaking as the pleasure built in my pussy.“Such a hot cunt, Sir. Ooh, I love the way she's shaking her hips.”“Such a bad Mommy. Licking our daughter's cunt. You're such a slut, June.”“I am, Sir.”Her tongue rammed into my pussy, fucking deep into me. I gasped and bucked, wanting to slide my mouth up Daddy's cock. But his grip was strong, holding my head down. Pain. He stared at the movie screen for an hour and a half but all he could think about was Becky. He told himself again that he had really screwed up. He thought back to that day in the loft and wished with all his heart that he could change what happened. He was surprised when the lights in the theatre came on at the end of the movie as he quickly stood and searched for Becky. She was with her friends laughing and walking up the isle on the other side of the theatre. The movie had ended and he had.