I was quite relieved to feel his bullet-head probing into the rear end of my slit and easily sliding into my already drenched vagina like the other ha...f of my soul-mate destiny. My thought was that if we did ever decide to hook up in an actual marriage, our names would stay the same because they were already identical.I felt certain the motel guests in the next room could hear our bed bouncing against the wall with a familiar “thump…thump…thump”.Peter roughly shouted some orders at me and I did. This is what I would hear as I lay in my bed rubbing my clit and fingerfucking myself. Then I would hear Dad go down the hall and take a long shower before going back to bed. The first time anything happened with me and Dad was when, one night while they were fucking, I had to take a piss. Well they finished while I was in the bathroom, naked and on the toilet. I had my eyes closed as I pissed and rubbed my clit at the same time. When I heard a little noise I opened my eyes. There was Dad. I then recalled his dick had just been in Damon's ass. I protested, "Wait! Your dick was just in his ass." "Fair enough," Cecil nodded, snapping his fingers and pointing to his dick. Instantly our all-star quarterback dropped to his knees and took the big dick in his mouth. "He's just a faggot to me now," I insisted, disgusted as I watched Damon bobbing on the cock furiously, way more eager than any chick I'd ever gotten to suck me. "In that case you're about to become a faggot too," he. They then tested her wakefulness by gently touching her arms and legs and find out what they could get away with. The most difficult part was stifling a screaming orgasm thinking about what she was about to let them do to her. She then felt two different hands gently caressing her upper arm and leg while working its way towards her cunt and nipples. When she didn't stir or object they became emboldened working right up to her dripping snatch and rock hard nipples. Before long she was being.