After that incident we used to fuck her when ever we wanted. She also enjoys the sex with us. We always used call her bitch. I ordered my bitch mom av...ni to wear only sleeve less and back less blouses so that we can see her beauty when ever we wanted. She used to sleep between both of us so that we can share her body whenever we wanted. As time goes she turned into real bitch. She always wants to get fuck. She used to get dressed like a bitch when ever she goes to school. My mom’s walking also. “What the fuck did you expect, walking through a deserted park at twilight wearing a short skirt? You invite men to feel you up, don’t complain when they do.”Her rage visibly mounted, but two punches under the rib cage stopped her pummelling and kicking and doubled her up on the path. He dragged her into the bushes and stripped her, throwing her clothes around at random. The camera zoomed in: small shapely breasts with hard dark nipples; triangle of black pubic hair; and, as he pulled her legs. He looked down at the leathery skin onthe back of his hand, the girl looked down at the creamy smooth skin onthe back of her hand. He stepped closer to the mirror, the girl steppedcloser to the mirror. Bob gasped as he recognized the girl he saw in themirror. "Impossible!" he spoke, watching the girl's mouth move in syncwith his own."Do you see that?" Bob twisted around to look at Mrs. Allen whilepointing at the mirror."Your reflection?" she quizzed. "Of course I can see it."Turn back to the. I find myself staring at her feet again. She’s wearing expensive looking strappy sandals, white leather with wooden four inch heels. I can make out what looks like black nail varnish through her tan coloured stockings (I assume). I look up to find her staring directly at me. I feel a sudden lurch of panic, we're only standing a couple of feet apart and I wonder just how long I've been staring. Lisa reaches over and pulls me toward her by my tie. She smiles & laughs loudly, the knot in my.