"Please stop Frank," she pleaded. "Don't do this to me." Well, Frank said to the leering guy's, do you think we should find out if her pussy is really...as good as it looks." "Should I stick it to her?" Yeah, do it," shouted several guys. Trish was struggling as Frank freed his throbbing cock. He placed his rock hard cock against the crack of her ass. Holding her kicking, struggling body with one arm, he used the middle finger of his other hand to locate her tight opening.Trish kept struggling as. Their daughter, Ilsa, was a rebellious child of the late sixties. She protested and marched, and was even found chained to a tree in a national forest where they were going to log. That’s where she met Stew, my father. He’s a short dark half-Cherokee. A few years later, I came along and turned out short like my father, but blonde like my mother. I was obsessed with printing from the first time I saw a press. I’ve been apprenticed to Opa for six years now. As long as he’ll keep me, I’ll stay. As soon as I uttered the words his eyes flew open. He turned towards me, a look of horror on his face. It wasn't funny, but I had to struggle to keep from laughing. He was still in the middle of cumming as he tried to cover himself with his hands. Cum was splashing off his hands and going every which way. He jumped up, hands still covering his spurting cock and hesitated. I was standing in the doorway, blocking the only exit to the room. "I'm sorry," he stammered as he quickly headed towards. Her pubic hair brushed over my mouth and nose, then she paused for a second for me to suck a boob. She rose up on her knees and smiled down at me. ‘Will you fuck me, Trey?’ ‘Of course, Christine.’ She laid down on her back on the left side of the bed. I got up and walked around to her. As I was moving, she reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. Christine handed it to me as I positioned myself between her legs. As I opened the tube and rubbed it on my cock, I got a chance to.