Liz came to the realization she had been ‘binned’. This wasn’t uncommon she pulled her panties to the side and began to piss, hell she was in a ...ty anyway. Her pussy was swollen and bruised and she was now the equivalent of homeless, of course this would be better in some peoples opinion but the constant rape and humiliation on the outside could be just as bad as the in. She didn’t have anything to wear and walking round like this would get her arrested and ‘housed’ she did not want that. She. Her breasts are the pillow type and need a bra to fully show off their size and shape. Short blond hair on top and silky sparse muff. I have to admit I’d whacked off more than a few times after seeing her skimpily dressed or hearing her getting laid.Anyway, those melons were pressed against my back which, naturally, filled my young cock to capacity. Then she draped an arm over me and her hand found it. That set off some basic reflexes I guess. I got rolled on my back and felt a hot, wet mouth. Apparently the sexual and magical caress and kiss was the foreplay she has anticipated for a while since our last love making session and wondered about how it would feel again when we met, and so did I. As I allowed her to fondle my cock with indirect touch, she too pleasured from within with my slow movements I slid her silky robe off of her shoulders and body exposing her tantalizing breasts and hardening nipples which had been hidden under her robe. Each kiss stimulated more wetness to drip. My father and I were pretty much on our own, when I think back on it, I can tell that he was hurting too because of Jack and Janine's absence, but I was so absorbed in my own misery, I didn't notice it then. My father knew something was wrong. He would often find me in my room crying into my pillow. He tried his best to console me, but it was hard for him considering I wouldn't even tell him why I was upset. I thought about telling him everything, but even though he was the most understanding.