“Owww!” I complained, but that only spurred him on. He know how rough I sometimes loved it, knew exactly that these sounds of protests I was makin... were nothing. Like a machine, he rained down one painful slap after another, making my body shake and setting my pussy on fire. We had never played spanking games before, but even when tears shot into my eyes, I wondered how we could have missed out on that so long - how I could have missed out. My juices began to trickle down my thighs and my. I took my fingers off her with a swift movement and replaced them, equally fast, by the head cock. Elvira let out a loud scream for the intense pain produced, and tried to withdraw, like a horse that bucked the rider. This turned out impossible: I had grabbed the hair firmly to secure her, won't get loose. She said aloud: “Oh, you motherfucker, get that thing off me!! Don’t you know my asshole is virgin? Nobody has ever fucked me from behind, you stupid!!. You’re a brainless unintelligent. That's why I had to know for sure if you and Jimmy were really mother and son." Rhonda wiped her eyes with shaking fingers, looking down at her hand in Jennifer's. "It... it all started about a year ago. My mom died two years ago and I watched my dad go into a deep depression. He was still a young, handsome guy but he seemed to age so quickly. Sometime during that second year, my dad and I began to show an attraction to each other. I don't know if it was just the closeness that comes with. She appeared to be deep in thought. I made my way to the bar also and seat myself a few stools down from this mystery woman, noting that she looked up in interest as I sat. I momentarily ignored her as I ordered my drink, a Bloody Mary, of course. Sipping my drink, I studied her quickly, up close for the first time. Shorter dirty-blonde hair, petite, smaller breasts, dressed casually in jeans and a tank-top and pretty in a nondescript way. Absolutely nothing about her stuck out but I knew she.