He’s going to kill himself! Maybe he has already!” said Rebecca.Her mother grabbed the note from her hands and read it, quickly read it. He’d he...rd her dissing him—again. She hadn’t been speaking that loud, she hadn’t! By God she hadn’t! But he heard her, again. Fuck!“I went there just to see if I could get him to come to dinner like dad wanted and I found it. The door was open I went in and I found it,” she cried. She was actually sobbing. Well, so was her mother.“We’ll find him,” said her. Most of the time when we do this it takes like half an hour and she doesn’t stick her finger or her tongue inside my butthole, just smells and plays with the outside like this. She told me a long time ago, when I was just a little kid, she always loved to smell me when I was a baby. The talcum powder, my hair, even my baby breath. She’s one of those people who like candles for their smell, and those fancy soaps they sell at fairs and festivals, and potpourri (hey Deedee, see, I even know how. He leaned forward, kissed her back and rubbed her pussy, as he began to fuck her slowly. Then it got faster and harder."It hurts!" she said but not too loudly."I'll be easier, but you do like this dick don't you?" I do," she said. "Can't help it. Oh YES! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! I will swallow your cum when you are done. Just please let me cum.I guess his friends really were listening and heard her little scream when he first ******** her. Four more men came in. My wife was getting fucked in. I watched on his phone screen, which was propped between the seats facing us. I was distracted by it when he brought his lips up to mine and began kissing me, which I wasn't expecting. His lips were full and felt good, but he tasted funny and began thrusting his tongue in my mouth as his hands squeezed my sides and lifted me up onto his lap. I could feel his hard dick in his shorts as he slid me over to his left side and then bent down to suck on my right nipple. An equal opportunity tit.