Sara hated the sound of his voice at this point, but it didn’t help when he explained, “Tits like these are one of the reasons my beautiful sister...is so fucking in her own head.” He began kneading them aggressively. If she’d been awake she’d have been crying out. “All this stupid fat, women can be hot without it.” He got up from the bed just to return with his belt. Sara cringed again as he started beating her tits. She could feel her tits burning as she watched him release his rage on her. It. Their libidoes captivated her, made her wet, made her pulse flutter with longing. Imagine! There was a time when she would have rejected a man based on meaningless emotional impulses! She scoffed at the human woman she used to be, she was... yes, a slut. She embraced the term as normal, natural. She had reached the inevitable evolution of the female organism - absolute promiscuity. She looked forward to impregnation - she knew that she could birth offspring quickly, easily, without pain or risk. On the down stroke she pounded against his pubic bone causing him to have tremendous sensation right down to his balls. When he came it was with extra force and he shot up against the hay bales. Helen continued to stroke and there was cum running down his dick and her hands as well. "Put it in your mouth and suck the cum off and just swallow. It'll taste good." He wasn't sure of the latter but Emily seemed to like it. Again Helen did as he said and it felt good all over again.When she had. The wood floor felt cold against the soles of her feet as she shuffled silently in the darkness and groped for her clothes. The young guide sat up in bed and scratched his head, wondering what was going on."My friend's out there, Tom. I've got to be going," Lydia said, leaning against the edge of the bed as she found her panties and lifted one foot to slip them on. Her titties swayed back and forth as she fished for her sweater, found it, and slid it over her head. Shaking her long mane of.