OMG OMG YESS. I pushed and puked fucking his hungry ass . Each time it his spot little drips of pre-cum leaked out and I licked every one up. His hole...gaped and ready. I left the dildo buried in him and went back to the toy room. Coming back he was fucking himself with the toy “good GuRl” I said holding a massive strap-on cock in my hands. “READY FAGGOT” I yelled as I yanked the toy form him. You fucking slut I yelled as I drove the strap-on in him. Like that sluts want more whore as I pounded. I reached over to hold her, to try and comfort her but she pulled away. I thought for a moment she must be mad at me but she sobbed and said, “Don’t touch me, Mike! I’m ... it’s just ... you don’t want to touch me, not now.”I reached out, pulled her back and took her in my arms. She struggled at first and then she collapsed into my arms and cried like I’ve never seen her cry before. She was nearly hysterical and it scared the hell out of me.I said, “Honey, we need to call the police. We need to. She wasn't watching where she was going, for she wouldn't have ran straight into the midst of the Goblin village otherwise; she started panicking, jumping around like a terrified rabbit surrounded by dogs. She was quickly subdued, had her arms tied behind her back, and was thrown before their chief. But despite all this, it was as if she wasn't scared of the goblins; she was scared of what was chasing her.It was shortly after when another person broke through the brush. A rider on a brilliant. We each took a quick shower after which Mom encouraged us to stay undressed. Even though we were a little spent, we could feel a glorious bubble of sensuality around us. She made breakfast and Ellen and I pretended to help, more busy in touching and groping each other in naughty places when the other was not looking. I really had never had this kind of fun in my life before.Mom laid out the family picnic mat in the backyard garden by the small fountain, and we all had a lovely breakfast in the.