. It was only then that she realised shecould no longer hear the motorcycle engine. At first she convinced herself itwas a trap to lure her out. ?damn... she thought toherself, ?getting paranoid? Slowly, she started to raise herself fromthe ground. First onto her knees, then into a crouch, readyto drop again if she saw or heard the cycle or its rider. But only thesilence came back to her. Eventually standing up, feeling the tension in herlegs, she peered through the bramble, to find the farm. Each time they came over I picked out a different friend of my daughter to pleasure myself to with erotica dreams. After a couple of weeks of this I noticed that when I was climaxing I was looking at Erica, my daughter. I felt very bad, dirty that while I was blowing my load in my hand or across the wall I was watching my own daughter. However under that feeling I found I was blowing even bigger loads and the fact it was my daughter and it was so wrong made it feel so good. One day I made. “Oh, oh yes. Yes,” Katherine whimpered.A minute more of frantic bouncing, and then Lady Katherine cried out very loudly, and collapsed onto Lord Ragan. She kissed him over and over, holding him tightly.“Did you enjoy that, my dear?” Ragan asked.“Oh, more than anything, my Lord,” Katherine gasped, “I do so love your big cock.”“Thank you, my Lady. Now come here,” Ragan told her.He then pulled Katherine down onto her back on the bed, spread her legs wide, and then got on top of her and pushed his. Hehad reached through a hole and pulled her back, she lifted up the back ofher dress for him, and his cock moved her shiny blue thong to the side,and entered her. She grabbed onto two holes for leverage, and bent over,and watched herself in the mirror. She screamed, in either; twistedtorment, or electric passion at every one of the man's thrusts. Thecheers from all the other men continued to grow louder. And as before shewas transfixed and entranced by her own image. Her eyes would stare ather.