I turned my back to Eric and hovered my pussy over his lap. I reached back and grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it toward my soaking wet hole... The head slipped partially in but wouldn't go in any further. Suddenly I was worried it wouldn't fit at all. Eric must have sensed my concern because he reassuringly said,"Don't worry, Kate. We'll make it fit it always fits. Tonight I'm going to stretch you so wide, your husband will never be able to fuck you again."He grabbed my hips and pulled. Then, leaving her home at the age of eighteen she made her way to Barcelona, dancing flamenco in bars and clubs. After a few years she met my father the American tourist, strong and reliable. To her he was the polar opposite to all of the unfaithful boyfriends she'd had before. She fell hopelessly in love with him, and emigrated to D.C. I recall her black opal eyes, full of anger one minute and sadness the next. Her smooth olive skin iridescent in the lamplight as she tucked me into bed. She. The gap in her dress had exposed the hairless indentation of her plump, pale pussy. “Jesus, Clarissa,” Frank whispered, “You’re not wearing any panties!” “I – I know,” the girl spluttered smiling, “I hate wearing underwear in the summertime, it’s too hot.” Her father shook his head in disapproval before averting his gaze and returned to picking at the dirt from her cut. Clarissa made no effort to close her legs, her sobbing slowed and she just sat there … waiting and wanting him to notice her.. ” Barbara stepped over and slapped him on the ass. “Gather yourself Steve, I’m the one that has to pay for dinner for four.” He looked over at Sally. She was smiling. “Steve, have you ever heard of ‘mutually assured destruction’?” “You mean m.a.d.? Is this what is happening? You guys are trying to drive me mad.” “Meet the girls lunch group. We get together every Friday to talk. Often about you. Each one of us knows enough about the others to destroy their lives. I convened a special session.