She was lying face down at the bottom of the stairs, breathing in short gasps, trembling all over. He ran down the stairs, muttering a prayer. By the ...ime he got to her, she was trying to push herself up. Her palms pressed against the floor, her elbows sticking out. The contents of her handbag were strewn across the tiles, and her left shoe was missing. ‘Did you hurt yourself?’ he asked, touching her back lightly. She turned on her side, took a deep breath, then looked up at him. Her eyes. Chad moans loudly as my little cock in my pants grows to full mast.I look up into his big eyes and see something I’ve never seen in them before, utter lust. I feel him rest his hands on the side of my head and he shoves his cock forward and down my throat so his balls are resting on my chin. I start to gag violently and use my arms to try and push away from him but he’s far too strong. “oh fuck your throat feels good man” he says as he starts to fuck my throat hard. Tears start to roll down my. When Krystal and my step-daughter had gone to bed, Kristina came downstairs later that evening. Our conversation led to a very intimate, very intense sexual encounter, which, halfway through, was interrupted by my step-daughter walking into the living room.Finding ourselves caught, we were absolutely stunned to hear her utter the words, "I want to watch." And this led Kristina and I to having very intense, and very physical sex on my living room floor, with my step-daughter fully witnessing the. He reminded her of a boy scout, which was probably why he had a bunch of bruises on his face.Standing with her hands on her hips she stared right at him, trying her best to figure out who he was. “Hmmm,” she said aloud, looking him over. She grinned playfully, taking a step toward him. Her guards stopped walking, turning back to look at her. The other soldiers around him parted as she moved forward.Looking directly into his eyes she watched his dilate as she walked up to him. He recognized her.