“Holy crap you really went to town back here didn’t you Brook?” I said in awe, taking in the full view and, noticing for the first time, the myr...ad of fresh scratches that now adorned her back. Her eyes were closed again, “Mmhmm, now I know why you like it.” “But poor Eve.” I said, mainly to myself, but loud enough so that she could hear. I sidled up behind her skyward posterior and reached out a hand, tenderly running it over a brutalized cheek. In doing so, I got a double reaction from. It seemed like we had spent a month in that waiting room when it was really only a little more than four days. But it was four days of doubt and concern for Georgette's future. That was still uncertain, but the signs were good that she was on the road to recovery.The detective and the officer weren't gone that long when they returned to the waiting room."Your daughter was very helpful, folks. I won't give you a blow-by-blow, but our supposition that she was knocked off the road by another. Christa started to pick up pace, enough to make her tits sway forward and back. John noticed this. It startled him from his trance and made him re-evaluate what was going on in the room. Almost taking a step back, he noticed that in fact his kids were again fucking in front of him. His cock was taking over his brain. He knew he should put a stop to this or at least walk out of there, but he couldn’t ignore how amazing Christa looked naked on the bed. As if he had lost complete control of. Our eyes met and she opened her mouth, plunging it along the length of the handle. I was starting to get very very aroused. I spread the lips of her vagina with one hand and placed the base of the handle at her entrance. “Tell me you want it.” “I want it,” she mumbled, embarrassedly. “What’s that?” I replied playfully “I want it. I want it!...please!” With that, I thrust the handle inside her and was met with a rewarding gasp. I thumbed her clit as I pumped the utensil insider her. Her.