When the girls came back, they stripped. They had already agreed that they would sleep with each other's fathers that night. Both knew they'd sleep wi...h their own fathers in the future. Who knew what chance they'd have to sleep with their first lovers again, after this?They didn't initiate anything with the men. They were tired too, and still pleasantly sated. They crawled next to their chosen man, and drifted off to sleep.Dave moved in his sleep, and his scratchy chin slid across Denise's. Hiragawa. My history teacher. Lee's filthy snatch.They all burned through my dreams.I remembered how it felt to lick each of them. How they tasted. How I loved it.Alone, it was so hard to run away from that fact. I loved licking their pussies. I had enjoyed sliding my tongue through hot folds, even the incestuous snatch belonging to my dyke sister. And the entire time, I shuddered, remembering the humiliation of Clint's cock firing jizz in me, the shame of begging him to cum in me.To breed me.I. He reached down, grabbedSG's collar and jerked her to her feet. Then he slammed his other fist intoher gut. She tried to double up, but he had too tight a grip on her collar.Three, four, five more punches landed with sickening thuds. She went limp inhis grip. "Put her on the table," Gretchen said. "Then butt-fuck her." Turgul tossed her face down on the heavy wooden table. Meecham grabbed herwrists and pulled until she was at the perfect angle for Turgul to assaulther from behind. Gretchen. She had a matching sleeved cover up on, which were partial hiding the nightie, but still emphasized her alluring figure. I recognized the nightie from our shopping trip, and knew it was held up by two thin spaghetti straps and trimmed with white lace. The nightie had a slit up her left thigh almost to the top of her hip. I knew it would provide me with easy access to Carmen's ass and pussy. I made my way silently towards her as she was talking to Peter.As usual Peter was seated at the kitchen.