”“Brad!” she teasingly cried.“Well, it’s true. Some girls are really vocal and active when we fuck and others just lay there taking in the e...perience. I enjoy them either way.”Abby had Brad pull out and turned onto her left side. He cuddled against her back, lifting her leg over his she guided his cock back home. “I like this position too because you can touch my body more as we fuck.”“I agree.”He kissed her neck as his right hand fondled her firm breast, nipples rock hard, smoothed his hand. “He thinks he’s Captain Balls.”I chuckled because I’d played it off like I had no idea what ‘cojones’ meant. I let the team think they’d pulled one over on me. I just figured you had to have real balls to pull off that nickname.I think Coach Kingwood liked what I’d done with the team. He seemed to have plans to use our work out on his ballclub back home where he coached. I told him that Cassidy would be here tomorrow and she could tell him how to implement it.After my teammates were done acting. I was given permission to wear her clothes but only those that she had worn (she changed her underwear every day but that didn’t stop those little tell tale marks ending up in her panties) so that she could have some time to make up her mind what to do with me. A week or so passed and she asked my sister and I to sit down in the lounge so we could make some proper arrangements. She was very happy to have me as her second daughter but there would have to be new house rules. As we lived a. He eased another inch into her.And another as she moaned and he felt her mouth bite down against his hand.Fucking hell.Every inch of her was filled and expanded from Daddy’s invading cock. It hurt a little at first from the tightness, but then she felt wetness flood within her. The slutty side of her needed this, eager for Daddy to start fucking her.He held her mouth tightly shut, but her cries of pleasure can be heard by her brothers. Peter called to Daddy. "Fuck her hard. Make her cum, Dad,”.