It was a warm evening – well, sixty-seven degrees, a higher than normal temperature for a brisk, late August evening. It was almost ten p.m. and if ...he sun had been visible, which it wasn't, it would be disappearing beneath the southwestern horizon any minute. With any luck, the fog would lift enough so that he could spot the lighthouse, or, it would thin out so that he could see a few overhead stars. Either circumstance would enable him to determine which way to steer toward the safety of the. He hasn’t let me cum in days. My knees are raw, and my throat is sore.I have been crawling around, and been playing both pet and furniture for him, completely naked for the last two days. I fetch his beer, cook his dinner, suck his cock, and let him put anything he wants inside of my pussy and my ass. He had left a vibrating butt plug in me almost all day yesterday, switching it on and off, watching me try in vain to increase the pressure to just the right spot. He had left a small clock in the. I kissed her hungrily. I caressed her hot little body. I gently touched her small, but firm and beautifully shaped breasts. Diane smiled and whispered, “I like that. You can do it harder. I won’t break,”I massaged her breasts, and then I bent and kissed them all over. I started licking her tiny nipples, and they got very hard under my tongue.“That’s so good. It makes my clit throb when you lick my nipples. Try sucking on them too, please. You know I’m pretty innocent, but I know enough to take. Miller roughly pulled my mother’s skirt off along with her panties. I’d never seen my mother naked of course, and was surprised that she was so slim but her cunt was covered in a thatch of hair. Mr. Miller made a gagging sound. “How can you fuck that bush when you have a tight, slick hole in the house?” He asked my father. “No resemblance there, unless….” He laughed and pushed me to my knees in front of my mother. “Spread her lips open cunt.” I reached up spreading my mother’s legs, then.