Susan! Susan is …? … ? Interesting. For the life of me I don’t know what’s interesting about a middle-class white woman in suburban America.~~... It’s not guilt. I just worked that out. I think it’s shame; and that burns so much hotter than guilt. If it was just the incident at the kindergarten barbecue, then maybe it would be guilt. Maybe I could deal with that more easily. Heck, maybe I would have forgotten about it by now. Forgotten about her by now. It was the dream; that’s what feels. Always wanting to make sure they did not touch the crosses. So far, none of them had. Even the ones that he fucked, lying on their young spread bodies, as they endured his powerful rutting inside their virgin pussies, their legs straining to keep open, their pussies painfully torn and bruised by his large cock, pumping them with his organ until he finished, dumping his demon seed in their once virgin bodies.The last girl was the best. He had her spread like Sally, on her stomach, her ass arched. Well one holiday I was home and I had gone to a party with some friends. After the party I was pretty horny and had no relief. It was a little after midnight and I went into the house expecting everyone to be asleep. As I walked down the hall I saw a light coming from my parents bedroom which was strange for that time of night. I was about to go in and see if everything was all right when I heard mom moaning. I looked through the half open door and dad was fucking mom. They were in their. You're already hard 24 hours a day.Le turned on the TV again, and quickly flipped it to a mindless sitcom.We sat there in silence watching it. As I did, I was getting hornier andhornier for Le. I wanted her to get to the draining. Eventually, theshow ended.Le: Ready now?Me: Hornier than half an hour ago!Le knelt between my legs again. The ankle restraints were reset. Shebegan to move the prostetic. I began to come. She moved it in and out,in a fucking motion. I began to moan and come continued.