Another finger entered her pussy and then another and another. Dripping moisture flowed freely and coated the fingering intruders. Angela's breath cau...ht in her throat. "Oh that feels nice!" she moaned. "But Dad, I said I'm not Mom! Stop playing with my ass and pussy. I'm your daughter, I'm Angie!"Ignoring protesting words, Jonas listened only to the melodious video music playing inside his mind. Moving his head slightly, he discovered that the woman's nightshirt was nearly completely. It took some finesse getting the pants around my ample hips without tearing or ripping them, but once I did I just let them fall to the floor. My eyes fell instantly to the scar on my left knee that was a result of a near-death car accident I had been in when I was just 18. The sight of it always reminded me of just how lucky I was to be alive. This time, it also reminded me of how strong I was and I knew that I would somehow make it through this. My eyes traveled up my light brown thighs to. Your entire consciousness was determined to deny her the joy of toying with you, of falling back into her cold grasp. Your heart, however, still was the puppet to every snap of her fingers. For merely this reason, without further questioning, you packed the absolutely necessary—your headphones being the most essential part of it, bearing the hope the noise-canceling would also drown the voice of reason which dominated your thoughts—and rushed to the train station.*You take a brief glance at the. They placed you on all fours, one sliding into your pussy from behind while the other offered himself to the delights of your mouth. An expression of pure rapture came over him as his cock slid past you lips. His large cock was thick and bulging, his balls full of cum waiting for release. You tongue explored every inch, taking his sack into your mouth, while his friend stroked your pussy. Your eyes were wild with lust. They both groaned and encouraged you, behaving gently, treating you like the.