People need to fuck. The ones who dont are miserable and unhappy. They get a bad attitude like your friend Elizabeth. Man that girl needs a lay. I sho...ld arrange it, he said and something about that scared me. She has someone Scott and just leave her alone, I said defensively. He smiled and looked in my eyes. Okay baby as long as were happy, he added, thats all I really care. He then bent back down picking up my panties and held them up for me to put a foot through. Then I lifted the second. Alas, that is not possible. The Sleeping Man, the Patriarch as you know him is set on winning this game I've told you about; this sadistic, twisted version of a game that has plagued this world as well as you, your people and your ancestors. Your world has perished nine times already, Celia; scraps of people being spared their lives according to the Sleeping Man's plans and desires.Each time he would begin anew, trying to win this morbid game, utterly destroying everything and everyone. Then he. It was glorious for her to watch Jack eat her cunt. He hadn't done that in so long, she wondered how she had survived without his ultra-erotic tongue to please her pussy.For Symphony, moving was almost impossible. Her arms were under Jack's legs and much of his weight was pressing down on her. Even if she wanted to get away, she couldn't have. But she was happy to just lay on her back, mouth open, and let her dad work his cock between her full, soft lips. She accepted his prick happily, drawing. " That's why you're so dressed up," I said, looking her up and down. "If this is about my stalker, I already paid you for that," she huffed. "We want to talk about something else," I said. I opened a laptop and showed her all the compromising pictures. They showed her naked, posing with her pussy out, giving blowjobs, and even getting fucked. Her jaw dropped and she took off her sunglasses. "Where did you get those?" she asked. "What matters is we have them," said my buddy. "Give them back!".