Soon she was lost in a world of throbbing, spunking cocks as she envisioned their cum shooting out, cascading over her stroking hand, and running betw...en her fingers. As she rubbed her clit, and her climax approached, the cocks in her mind changed length, shape, and colour. But the end result of streams of hot, white cum remained the same. When her climax overtook her, it was as powerful as any she could remember.~~~~~~~~~~~~"What's it going to be tonight babe? Sixty-nine, cowgirl, straight. It's almost like we're meant to be lovers."Peter Mahoney did not feel that way at all. The thought that this girl's brother was having sex with his innocent, young daughter was sickening and the idea that it might be happening at this very moment was even worse. His lust for fourteen year old Darlene wilted in the same way his boner had when he'd recognized his daughter as the girl he was lusting for.Darlene would have possibly given her older lover a hard time if he'd tried to back out because. The more mundane the better. I want you masturbating while you tell me about something as normal as eating breakfast.”“God, where do you get these ideas? It’s like, so...” Talia typed before standing up and stripping off her shirt and jeans, sitting back down in her undergarments as she tried to get her body to respond like he asked. She didn’t feel much at first, just her fingers pressing against her sex through her panties, but the simple act of obedience, of following his dare, made her. There was a light on and he began to walk down the creaking wooden steps. Three steps down he heard a moan. "Shit," he whispered to himself. Someone was in the wine cellar. He stepped down two more steps and bent over to peer into the dimly lit basement. The room was filled with wine racks and old crates. As he strained his eyes to see in the shadowy room, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. When he looked, he saw someone standing behind some crates. He recognized him as the guy.