She tumbled forward onto her elbows, continuing to strum her clit while I held her ass with both hands and rammed away. It took awhile, but she manage... two more orgasms. My final ejaculation of the night came soon after, the pulsing I felt in her rectum greatly promoting it. It wasn't the intense cum of our first fuck, but it still felt great. It felt like all my energy flowed out through my penis.I fell on my back, completely spent. She cleaned off my crotch with the towel, finishing sometime. ”Quinn knew she was lying. She had wanted him to be much more cruel. She was hurting inside, and she wanted to hurt outside also. She wanted many things, but mostly she wanted to forget. So he nodded and let her. This was better than any of the other forms of self-punishment she could have engaged in. There were many worse things she could have done. There were many worse things he could have done to her. He was thankful she did not know the right way to ask.She closed her eyes and was asleep. ”“Are there any guys the girls are checking out?” he asked.“They are always checking them out and gossiping about them,” I replied.“Is there anyone in particular that you check out?”I thought it was an odd question, but it felt good to talk to my son about something other than when will you be home? What do you want for dinner? Did you do your laundry and change the sheets? “I shouldn’t tell you this, but there is one cute guy that I kind of check out when he walks by.”“Tell me about him.”“He. She insisted that Daddy get you out of the house. Daddy was also sick of all the guys you brought back to the house and fucked wherever you felt like it. The last straw was fucking that footballer on stepmom's baby grand piano. For the record, you do feel guilty about ruining the finish on it; how could you have known the combination of sperm and lube would eat right through the varnish?Then there were the constant rumors of your escapades in the small town, especially after the incident on the.