"Oh, you do like that big cock filling up your little teenage pussy, don't you?" I grunted as I continued my hard fucking of her little hole."Yeah, ye...h, yeah.... fuck me hard" I could hear her muffled cry as her face was pressed into the couch.She was so tight, I couldn't keep going much longer. I could feel my cum welling up, and I was about ready to shoot my wad."You want a mouthful of cum, you little slut?" I said to her, pulling her up by the waist so she could hear me, and holding her so. Very wrong... with this.He had to fight back. He was Bruce Wayne. But at the same time, howcould he possibly be Bruce Wayne if Batman were really Bruce Wayne? Heknew they were one and same, so he just couldn't be him. However, if hewasn't Bruce Wayne, then just who was he?There was confusion spreading rampantly throughout his mind. Thingswere different now. Too many things were no longer as they should be.What was the truth?What was a lie?Why did he feel so strange?"Do you know who you are?". .finger my arse” she near demanded. The perfect whorish step-sister.One finger twisting around to the knuckle had her ecstatic. Two spit covered digits crooking and hooking and gaping had her bodily overjoyed. Three fingers gawping her sensitive pink starfish had Faun blissful.“Oh fuck my arse you bugger...fuck my arse deep and good”Holy Hell: my step-sister gave the undreamed forbidden command and I didn’t hesitate. My cock had to release its load somewhere: her tits, her mouth, her. I hesitated, watching her reaction to the doorbell, but she told me to go on. She didn’t make any move to go downstairs to open the door, but I could hear the living room door downstairs opening and someone walking toward the front door. Seems they were expecting someone or they wouldn’t have gone to the door. My wife was looking at me impatiently. I decided to appease her and hurried out of my clothes. She said: “good, now go on the bed”. She opened a drawer next to the bed and pulled out.