Bill stared down at the beautiful creature writhing below him. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, and she was gasping in ecstasy with every...push of his turgid penis into her snug passage. He loved watching her nubile breasts, sitting high and firm on her chest, shake as he slammed into her. His lovely daughter’s tits were so firm that it was as if they were trembling instead of bouncing.Now it was Becky’s turn to talk dirty. “Oh, Daddy… you’re fucking me so good… You like my teenage. Eigis finished chewing and swallowed, smacking his lips in delight. “Mmm, that tasted good. You warrior types are always the best. Firm, juicy, plenty of muscle and flesh, the right amount of fat.” He walked over to a crank in the wall and turned it.Hiryu grimaced, then startled as the chains attached to his wrists shifted to a new position so his wrists hung near shoulder height. Eigis came back, and the young warrior’s breath left him in a hiss, arching his body in pain, screaming as the. I wanted to be giddy and carefree with him again, to enjoy the things we had, not bemoan what we didn’t have. A tear leaked out from my eye, but I angrily jerked it away. I hated to cry and even more I hated to let him see me cry. I wanted his respect and I wanted him to consider me strong. Weak girls cried. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have known I was angry; Tom was outside, head under the hood of the car. ‘Typically response . Don’t listen to my side of the story. Just get mad.’ It wasn’t my. How little they knew… I arrived at aunt sheetal’s house in june, two and a half months before my freshman classes were to begin. She was very sweet and nice and gave me the very best she had. She didn’t look at all like the photographs we had of her back home. Aunt sheetal was a foxy woman, and after she taught me how to fix myself up a bit we looked so much alike that men often thought we were sisters sheetal lived in a nice house in a quiet suburban neighborhood and drove a fire-engine-red.