” “Your mom is a lesbian?” “Yeah. My mom is a hardcore pussy hound. But don’t worry. She doesn’t have a shaved head or wear a boiler suit....She actually looks quite normal.” "You're kidding!" the younger girl cried, aghast. "Come back to my house and find out," her new friend replied. Belinda wasn’t joking. Her mother welcomed Donna warmly and made snacks for them both. Judith was in her late-thirties and it was easy to see where Belinda's exceptional looks came from. She actually invited Donna. " He bent down and kissed my neck, the feel of his soft lips making me tremble. My whole body was electrified. Every part of me seemed to be wired to my pussy, and wherever Daddy's roaming hands touched gave me a sexual thrill—my thighs, my ribs, my stomach, my breasts. Before I knew it I was moaning in pleasure and Daddy was pounding in and out of my pussy. He wrapped my legs around him and pushed in further. I cried out as he hit my cervix repeatedly, but I loved the feeling of his balls. I wondered why this meant anything to him–it hadn’t the night before. ‘Sure I do, but like I say, that ain’t the whole story. If a judge was to ask you in a court of law, official like, what would you say? I was kinda forward and I didn’t quit when you said to stop. Or suppose you were tellin’ someone–one of yer girlfriends, say? Would you tell her I treated you bad?’ I couldn’t imagine discussing him with any woman I knew. ‘I’d never accuse you of a *crime* for taking me last night.’ ‘All. An hour later I walked into my room seeing my prize on my bed naked with my chamber lady washing her body singing a folks song about a Queen and her chamber maid. I take a seat as I wanted to watch this creature receive a sponge bath and to ask the chamber lady to make sure that the Queens pussy is throughly washed and dried before I have may way with her.Before I knew what was happening as three men rush into my stateroom, two carrying long rifles yelling in Spanish about taking advantage of.