You see, when I was in high school, my friend Jarod had this younger sister. Well, she's still his younger sister, only she's not so young anymore. Al...ow me to explain.When first I knew Allison, she was fourteen when I was eighteen, but boy, even then, she had a killer body, and sure as hell flaunted it enough around me. Now, four years later, she just turned eighteen, and I’m twenty two. The importance of this, of course, is that it’s the summer of her eighteenth year, and I just graduated. The dense sex pillow she’s bent over does its job keeping her in place. He works her over masterfully as if he’s tied up women and fucked their brains out a thousand times. Mostly he’s done it to his daughter.She doesn’t retract an inch from his fucking, and soon, he joins her in nirvana.“Ugh, here’s my cum, baby,” Mat groans as he slows, savoring the sensation of his throbbing meat being milked.“Yes, fill me up, daddy,” Abby pants.“Fuck,” he sighs. “You’re full now.” Abby smiles as he calmly. You hear words, yet you can't make out a single word.You stand up and find that you are wearing a raggy hood and what some firm pads. Wrapped around your waist is a purple and white cloth with a gold stripe running through it. You find a holster on the belt this cloth is attached to. In the holster is a bulky revolver. It has a golden hammer, trigger, and iron sight, the rest is decorated with scratchy white paint revealing black underneath. The grip feels nice in your hand. As you hold the gun. Naturally, Michelle was a bit annoyed at this, and figured that Frank must've removed them while she slept. She searched blindly with her hands and feet under the blankets but couldn't find the missing trousers or panties. Frustrated by this, and yet distracted somewhat by her arousal, Michelle bent and looked down at the side of the bed, and found her panties and pyjama trousers crumpled-up on the polished timber floor beside the bed.Damn it Frank!, Michelle thought a little angrily, You.