She should be feeling the things her mother felt now. She should hate the sight of a stiff prick - fear it. But she didn't, and she couldn't help it.R...ght now, she could feel the warm, sticky flow of her cunt honey leaking from inside her sweet tunnel again. It coated her squeezing fingers and ran into the palm of her hand.Would it be as shameful to want to suck his prick off for him? She knew how now. She'd done it once. She'd done that to a raping, vicious cock. What would it be like to suck. I had figured that she had never done anything so exotic before. I was apparently right."Fuck... my ass???" she asked, incredulously."Yeah. A good ass-fuck will put me to sleep nicely. Then you can wake me up tomorrow morning with a blow job, and then maybe I'll fuck that pussy of yours."Kara had never been spoken to like this before. She was shocked that anybody would be so bold to just assume that she could be ordered to do those perverted things.As Bugs Bunny would say, she didn't know me. Eyes met and stayed staring except when Melinda looked beyond me. She giggled throatily. I glanced back and saw Randy fisting his fat cock, staring at my pale thrusting ass. I chuckled and smiled into her eyes. She smiled back happily. It changed to a grimace of pleasure as her orgasm approached. My thrusts quickened and hardened. My hands grasped her firm butt cheeks, fingers into the musculature. Angling forward, I gave her rubs along the apex of her vagina and friction for her clit. Her eyes. " But what?" emma asked. "That doesn't seem like striking out to me."I shrugged, not having any idea about what to say. I couldn't see myself admitting to my older sister that I was annoyed my date didn't put out. Not only because it sounded shallow, but because she was my sister, and I was still a little weirded out that I couldn't be in the same room with her without thinking about what it would feel like fucking her."So, what's the problem?" She pressed. "Was it just a crappy date?" No, no,.