She felt his finger pressed in deeply and could feel it moving inside her as he carefully worked to expand her opening. Glancing backward, she saw her...sister alternately kissing her husband deeply and moving down to suck his cock and keep him hard. Nancy felt James kneel up close behind her and guide the tip of his long thin rod against the small opening recently filled by his finger. He skillfully entered her tight ass, taking his time to allow her to adjust to his size. As he entered her,. Scream.”“Okay,” her breathless voice made me desperate to get to her. But Faye would NOT make a noise; couldn’t - she’s just not like that, as her pursuer was no doubt detecting and banking on.“Alright I’m coming. Keep thinking.”By now I had my car keys and was slamming the front door. I raced desperately over to Whitcombe Street, which took me an agonising four minutes perhaps. I cursed myself for not having Bluetooth in the car so I could call the cops. Perhaps Faye would. Why hadn’t I told. The real reason for his sad state was his family life. He just couldnt stand them. His dad was a former jock who forced him to play football. He didnt hate the sport, just the way his dad acted at the games. His mom was a real bitch. She gossiped about everyone and thought herself superior to all. She was constantly putting down anyone who didnt go church or stay in shape. She was 48, but looked 38. What she would never admit, was that she had had lipo suction, a boob lift and tucks here and. ”“You can climax can’t you?” I had explained after our very first time that what she had just experienced was and ‘orgasm’ or ‘climax’.“Of course I can climax.”“Well, I never see you,” she told me in all innocence.So it went on. She wanted to see my dick and see me climax. My little girl was growing up. I had never suggested any of it to her, because it would always be at her pace. She obviously felt ready for this step. But her questions didn’t end there.“Dad?”“Yes sweetie.”“What’s ‘a head.