Charlie stood by our sides saying 'come on Bruce, get off that bitch. Let me get some of that ass'. Bruce said to Charlie 'this sluts pussy is milking...my dick, I ain't getting up till I'm through'. I could hear the wet sucking sounds of Bruce cock and my anus as he passionately fucked me. My inner and outer sphincter rectal muscles were reciprocating with each throb and twitch of Bruce cock. It was all involuntary and I could not stop it. Bruce was truly enjoying his self as my butt muscles. The fact of the matter, as some of the more sober and respectable members of your family will tell anyone who will listen, is that Uncle Lester never invited anyone to Coldbrook, nor his father before him, nor his father's father. So no one's been to the damned place in nearly seventy years. Everyone thought it odd, but then Lester was odd, and he inherited his oddness from his predecessors. Ghost stories naturally accrete around odd people, especially when they're told by kids at family. I fingered her to make her pussy wetter. She got back to sucking my cock. She kept on sucking my dick with great passion until I came in her mouth. It was just her breakfast. She had a huge appetite for cum. Today she was not scared too as she was the first day. She thought that no one will ever find out.Yesterday it was almost the end of the day but today the day had just started. I made her fold her skirt. Her skirt was shorter now. It ended just below her ass. When she walked her skirt used. And just when she started to feel comfortable, her father would get orders and they would have to move again.She survived her childhood, but it had its effect on her. She was distant and withdrawn, almost standoffish in her personal life. At work, she did her job and didn't participate in any social settings. She didn't get involved in the watercooler gossip; didn't go to any company parties or get-togethers. She was there to work and go home and that's the extent of it.Charlotte was driven -.