She was nineteen, had shoulder length dirty blond hair, small lips, electric blue eyes, a slightly pointed nose, and was the wet dream of many boys in...her neighborhood. She had a sweet tight ass, and was always showing it off in yoga pants.she had medium decent sized tits and nipples the size of pennies. She had just left the gym, and was walking through a park surrounded by towering trees. She was wearing her favorite jean yoga shorts, along with a strapless yoga bra. Her mind was in the. The pressure built up and suddenly she felt her whole body open and the mans cock raped straight up her pussy. Coarse hairs rubbed on her open sex slit as the thing impaled her. She was rigid with pain and shock as she felt the man's cock streeeeetch her insides to bursting point.The other girl was still screaming for her mummy as she was raped nearby, but Lynn kept quiet as hands pulled her up the cock and dropped her down again. The man was grunting like a pig as he started to push his hips. ”“Does freshening up involve changing into something more... interesting?” I asked.“And if it did?”“Deal!”Kelly laughed and went down the hallway. I put away the dishes and made some rum and Cokes. I was cutting up a lime when she returned, freshened. Freshening included a short, sheer robe and a pair of heels. “Is this what you had in mind?” she asked, smiling.“The only way it would get more interesting would be if there was less.” I replied. I squeezed some lime into the drinks and passed one. At that moment, I had determined his fate, probably how he secretly wanted it, but hadn’t dared to assert until his daughter had the courage later. His daughter Billie, that was, not his cisgender daughter Elisabeth, the current bride. There would be no more impasse. His health was at stake. It was time for action, not deliberation.I mouthed “we need to talk” to Billie as soon as Denise announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Roger and Elisabeth Stanfield.”I signed as a witness, as.