His makeup was flawless and he felt one hundred percent feminine.He wondered if he had gone too far. At first, all he wanted to do was wear these sexy...garments; he never envisioned himself made up as a girl, just as he never imagined himself tonguing his buddy and then fucking his best friend in the ass. When he heard his parents heading to the kitchen, he forced himself to calm down in order to lose the erection that just thinking about yesterday had given him.A minute after his folks left for. Sometimes it felt as if her mother's noninterference hurt more than her father's beatings. She grew up in constant fear that she would be assaulted at anytime, and in emotional turmoil that maybe somehow she deserved it. Why else would she be beat like that, if it wasn't for doing something wrong? Her father beat her and her mom let him because they loved her; that had to be it. It scared her that sometimes she didn't even know what it was she had done wrong to deserve a beating, she had. I could feel his hard cock press against my wet ass. First it was between my buttocks. Then, he pushed the head inside me. As I pushed against him, he entered me completely. He wrapped his arms around me and fondled my breasts while he stroked in and out. At first, he was slow and steady, but, as soon as he heard me moan, my father began thrusting faster and faster. I was filled with my father's hard cock, and I reached down and felt his balls. He groaned at my lascivious touch. "Oh, lord,. Melinda laid down on the couch. I went over and started to eat her pussy out. I climbed up and put my dick in her wet pussy and fucked her. She was tight. Her pussy felt good. I told her that we shouldn’t be having sex, your my wife’s sister. She said, “So, what’s your point.” I said, “My point is, I should be having sex with my wife not my sister-in-law. Plus I’m not sure when Linda will be back.” Melinda grabbed her cell phone off the coffee table and text Linda. Melinda got a reply back, it.