You know I hate that name.(Eleanor): But you're looking a bit prissy today, so I thought you wouldn't mind. And now you've just had sex. Did you hur... her, Kevin?(Kevin): I don't think so. It was only sex.(Bob): But forced sex usually hurts. Did it hurt, Prissy?(Priscilla): Yes.(Bob): And where did he rape you. In your pussy?(Priscilla): Dad!(Bob): I need to know. You're claiming to have been hurt, but if he just raped you in the pussy, then I can't imagine it hurt that much!(Prissy is. I saw a Vaseline jar waiting for my fingers there onto the table. Auntie Paula smiled again and then she closed her nice eyes. I just slipped my fingers inside the jar and began to tease her back door by rubbing it and touching her very tiny opening with my fingertips. She moaned more and actually pushed back on my finger trying to insert it inside her tightness. I told her I wanted to see that ass.Then I knelt behind her and spread her butt cheeks with my hands. I enjoyed the view of her tight. She gasped in shock and when he pulled back and then slammed forward again burying all of himself inside of her this time, she arched her back allowing him to slide a quarter of an inch deeper and screamed as another orgasm blasted through her body. Anthony paused waiting for her to come down then he pushed the back of her head down so her face returned to between Liz's thighs. "Continue," he ordered and punctuated the command with a spank to her butt. She grunted, pussy squeezed him and she. However, from the stern look on Lucy’s face, she reckoned there was no mistake. In fact, maybe the mistake was that instead of wanting to be caned, Lucy really wanted to know what it was like to give the cane. If that was right then this could turn into reality the fantasy that she had had so often of Lucy caning her. That fantasy was more than just the caning, though, and was much more than her going to the toilets afterwards. Could her fantasy happen, she wondered, as she put a respectful.