Couldn’t break eye contact with her mother, in fact. She could vocalize all she wanted, though. Talk, moan, shriek, scream... anything.Both women al...o recieved a massive boost to their libidos. I may be a rapist, technically, but the violent aspect of rape isn’t what I’m here for. I just want to pluck any fruit I see, without jumping any of the social hurdles. Mother and daughter would both enjoy our activities, ultimately, and maybe the subsequent “fantasies” would lead to them having better. He was much more attentive than my real father ever was, he took interest in my schooling, the sports I played, and he even gave me the talk about sex, even though I knew most of what he told me.I was eighteen this year, graduation then on to university, I still had not decided which one but I would stay close to home was my plan. Mom was a nurse and started working strictly night shifts; she was gone from eight at night till eight in the morning. Henry commented how he hated to sleep alone, he. So when I threw my panties at him it was the first time that I had actually seen him smell of them. I saw him lick the cum drops in them too and then I saw how hard his cock got in his pants.I loved the oral sex that he gave me. It was as if this were his last supper before being executed. I didn’t even know that he had become naked until his cock first touched my pussy…and then it was in…all the way in. He wasn’t the biggest that I had ever had but he was damn good. I wondered if he thought. "You've seen these too." Those short skirts had done little to hide her underwear when she had sat opposite me taking notes, especially when she parted her legs slightly to pick something from the floor. Occasionally such movement did not reveal white knickers, or knickers of any other colour, but that she had none on at all. "But you never did anything more than look, did you? I wanted you to lift my skirt higher, Mr Pearce, or to put you hands up it, but you would not be persuaded. You.