I fuck harder, about to explode. I grab Ella by the top of the head, gripping hair painfully, and thrust her down, laying her flat on her mommy’s be...ly, turning her head sideways to lay on Grace’s messy pubic mound. I fuck in and out, staring down at the little girl’s sweet face. Her innocent eyes staring up at me, hoping I don’t hurt her again. Her mouth forced wide, face inches away from where I smash in and out of her mother’s cunt. I reach out forward and slap down on her little almond. I got hard and bit my teeth down on each other. I lost focus for a minute as tears formed. I blinked them away and looked at her again. She stood between my legs and touched her nails to my thighs. ‘Professor Smith told me what song you sang at the Recital,’ she said. ‘I tried to do a word for word translation, and ended up paying to have it translated right. I bought every Alejandro Sanz album so I knew each song you sang to me in the last two months. I paid to have each one that you’ve sung. “Please,” she begged. “I need to be fucked! Somebody fuck me!” The kneeling man looked at his counterpart. He nodded and raised his hand in offer. “Go ahead,” he told him. Leigh Ann pulled on the meat close to her lips and sucked him back inside her mouth. She waited as the other man repositioned himself then hummed deliciously as she felt him rub his cock head through her slit. Her heart pounded as the rubbery tip poised at her entrance. She groaned in ecstasy as she felt him break through the. She nudged me in that direction and said, “Come on, Kev, let’s go look at your Logbook. It’s my turn to test your blood sugar.” “OK, Sis.” I was beginning to feel all the symptoms of dropping blood sugar. It shouldn’t have been a surprise. I had had a very long and active day – then, Sandra. My erection had been continuous for at least an hour and a half, probably longer and I had been in an intensely heightened state of excitement since I’d opened Sandra’s bedroom door. The thing about.