The rest of the women took this up as well spitting all over me as she fisted me. It ran down my belly, between my tits and down the cheeks of my face... She grabbed a large bottle and forcfully rammed it into my baggy cunt. My body shuddered. She fucked me hard with it making me come several times. Fuck pig they shouted. Hey mum, you wanna go, the women said handing the bottle to her. Sure I do. I like nothing more than to give my dirty slut of a daughter a good rough fucking with something as. She laid the table, cooked some meat meal (it was really delicious), we ate and drank some cold vodka. Then I said it was tired ad wanted to go sleep. She let me sleep in a hall, after I finished my wash up and brushing teeth; I got into bed and fell asleep immediately. In the middle of the night I woke up with a blast of crunk in my veins, I felt like something wet and warm was touching my penis down there. I raised the counterpane and saw this widow suck on me, my cock hard-on in a second,. Shiny metallic gold trenchcoat.. Whore-perfect makeup in shades of pink and purple with dark mascara..Rosy cheeks..Glossy pink lips..Alan said he wanted me to look like a whore when I showed up, and to be dressed in the outfit he had ordered and mailed to my post office box earlier in the week. I looked every bit as feminine as a real girl would, thanks to my makeup practice over the years, but this ridiculous outfit called attention to me in ways that would practically call me out in an. I weighed 84 pounds. Jack weighed 170. We got along pretty well, well enough that I didn't think about it much. We pretty much lived in different worlds because of the difference in our ages. I didn't bother him with kid stuff very much and he didn't pick on me very much. If he was around and I needed help, I'd ask and he'd do what he could. I tried to help him with things if I could. A lot of my friends had older brothers and things weren't so good for them. I liked Jack. I didn't understand.