As I caressed her clit with my thumb, I ran my fingers down over her labia, finding that they were already wet and oily with her juices. The thought o... stealing her sister's husband obviously turned her on immensely.For the next few minutes, I massaged her clit with the palm of my hand while plunging first one then two fingers rapidly and deeply inside her. She moaned and I felt her hand trace up my leg to my cock, pausing in obvious surprise for a moment - I'm by no means porn star material,. If you want to do something you will no matter who you hurt in the process.”“Now you’ve got it. No one controls me. I am my own person. I make the decisions. Ron doesn’t make the decision for me and you certainly don’t. You heard the conversation so you know that Joe certainly doesn’t. I make the decisions about me and if I don’t want to do something then I won’t and if I want to I will. Got it?”“Yep, I’ve got it. You’re one sick fucker that normal humans just will never understand. Yep, I. He almost growled at the recollection. Things hadn't turned out the way he'd wanted. He'd wanted to teach his daughter on how to be a "good" slut, a good, obedient piece of cunt. Instead he'd shattered her entirely when he'd sent her to see his boss. But why? What had happened? His boss must have done something horrible to the girl."Oh yeah?" the voice in his head mocked. "So it has to be that tub-of-shit's fault, right? Not yours for sending her to him? You're pathetic, George. You blame. She just ran out… besides, what’s the difference? She’s married, anyway.’ ‘No, she’s not. She’s a widow… been one for five years, now. Jeesh, Jim, you’ve got to get it together. I want to leave the store to you, you know that but….’ ‘But what, Papa?’ ‘You want grandchildren, don’t you?’ Jim was frustrated at everything that had happened in his life, this just the latest bump in the road. Bump? It was more like a mountain. ‘You’ve got to snap out of it. Ever since you came home, you… Jim, you’ve.