The closer he got to his house, the more his heart rate increased.You fucked yourself good this time, a voice deep inside his head said. Yeah, you fuc...ed yourself real good. Was it worth it? Was it worth raping that bitch of a daughter of yours? She got you good, got you real good. Because you're fucked now, my man. And it better have been worth it 'cause the cops are waiting for you. They're waiting at your house to arrest your punk ass. You're gonna be in court again and all the war medals in. I needed poppers, so I sniffed away, allowing the d**g to fudge my mind so I could withstand this abuse. In and out we went slowly, pulling her fingers out to the tip, until before long the duck bill was not needed, and she started really fisting me and fucking my sloppy cunt as deep as possible, diversifying her thrusts with twists which sent more electric spasms through my body. 'Okay slut,' she said, as she tossed her wand to me, 'that's enough for tonight - time to cum properly.' Shakily I. He washed it thoroughly. He was soft and gentle as he washed her shoulders and back. She definitely enjoyed his stroking motions. She closed her eyes while she felt the soft rag roll across her back and shoulders. It moved down over he lower back. Her eyes remained closed as he rubbed her back. He stopped there. He dipped the rag and washed it out and filled it up with soap again. He began wiping her stomach, from the backside. She loved and adored how he did it. Her eyes stayed closed as she. " Well, yes." How many outfits do you have right now?" Just this dress and a skirt blouse outfit." And where have you been hiding all these clothes?" In my suitcase under our bed." I need some more wine, John," she said handing her glass to him."John doesn't sound right for you dressed like that." She thought fora moment. "I like Jane better. You can be Jane." OK," he answered as he handed her a second glass of wine."Well Jane where are we going tonight?" I had thought that we could go out to.