. Standing, bent forward, so that both hands rested on the couch, Prudence and Lizzie stood side by side with their well spanked bottoms thrusting out...from tugged open bloomers. Behind them, Henry had removed his clothes and was rutting from one to the other as he shoved his over ripe prong into each well slicked pussy. Lizzie grunted, for it was her turn and she felt her innards being shoved this way and that as the man's huge member plunged deep up into her belly and stirred the cauldron. When the snow got deep, we drove them all into the near pasture so we could watch them more closely.As the winter wore on, we were inside more, and we made love more. It seemed like we only had to look at each other, and we were instantly horny and in need. Dad jumped my bones as often as I pushed him down, ripped his clothes off, and sat on his hard cock.The criminal trial for the boys who attacked me was finally going to begin. I’m almost seventeen, and our attorney is going to have me. I was the son of privilege, growing up in New Jersey to Harold and Virginia Scoville. My father was a printer and publisher, and more importantly at the time, an influential man in the politics of the area. He had come to America from England with his father at an early age. He had been academically brilliant and his father's skills with the typesetting equipment of the day made the family prosperous. By the time he was in college, his father owned his own business, and while he had no interest. Christ, I can’t even wear boxer shorts without going around half hard; not that I would ever overwhelm anyone with my size. Hey let’s face it, Seven and a half inches is in the high end of average. However you put me in loose shorts without briefs or a jockey strap and I go around looking friendly as hell. Leslie, on the other hand, is wild where I am calm. She has to push the envelope. For instance, when we were over visiting her mom, Leslie’s ten year old niece was there. Janine is a brat,.