I couldn't stop him. He was so strong and he hurt me so bad.”“I know, baby, I know. But it's over now. Things will be better now, you'll see.�...“What's going to happen, Mom?”“You're going to go to the hospital. They'll check you out, make sure you're okay, and probably give you something to help you sleep. I called the ambulance and the police, but it will take them a few minutes to get here. I had to tell them what happened, but I couldn't let them see you the way you were, so I brought. I loved doing that and, so did she, as my dick went into her hard and really deep. Dad seemed to love watching us too in that position. Sometimes he would read his paper, as if something completely ordinary was taking place a few feet away from him, and look up and watch us from time to time like he was watching TV, but instead watch his son and wife fuck like rabbits in front of him. Sometimes if he got hard and turned on enough, he would slip off his clothes and join us, fucking mom’s mouth. She grabbed it then pulled itdown her back, revealing it to be a track of zipper running down herback all the way to her ass, revealing a skin far paler in comparison toElizabeth's own dark olive skin. She tousled her hair onto one shoulder,then went for her face, running her hands on her beautiful face thenpulled on the skin. It started to stretch normally then went on furtherthen that. Her head then seemed to be pulled it off, rather strangely,like a head mask."Phew, what a relief," as. My dad was a "huge man" he was a 6'5 foot tall and very fit, both my dad and Harold were going to the gym every other day so their bodies were absolutely great. In comparison with me, who I was just 5'9 and very slim. At least I had a round booty that a lot of guys dreamt of fucking it. "Dad stop it, I'm not your baby" I was screaming that but on the other hand, I couldn't stop laughing because he was tickling me. "Happy birthday boy, I wish you the best", he said. "Thanks, dad". And our.