”Becky asked, “You just let him go at it? Didn’t you want to go in and help him out?” “My hand was on the doorknob the whole time.” Laurie...sighed. “I heard him moaning, but I… I just couldn’t open the door.”“Wow,” Beth replied. “I don’t believe it. YOU chickened out.”Laurie smacked her arm. “I’ll say it again; you lucky bitch. I’m gonna try again tonight. You’ll see.” Beth smiled. Once Laurie got her competitive streak going, there was no stopping her. If Beth was a monster, she definitely. . THEM ... OFF ... NOW!" she said angrily through clenched teeth as she turned and looked up into my eyes.Big tears rolled down my cheeks as I reached down and took off my jeans and underwear. Once they were completely off she took them from me and threw them angrily onto the floor beside her feet and said "Now drive."So I put the car in gear and backed out of our parking place and then drove out onto the road. As I was driving (to where I had no idea) she calmly reached over and began to. The pleasure shot down my shaft. My pussy clenched. I whimpered and rammed to the hilt into the bride's convulsing pussy.I fired my futa-spunk into her.I bred her pussy.“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled.Her pussy spasmed harder about my futa-dick. She milked out every drop. Like her sister, she was so eager to be bred. I groaned, dizzy passion shooting through my body. Kurt slammed into his wife, grunting into the kiss, adding his jizz to her asshole.“Rosemary, you're so beautiful!” I gasped, staring. Their reality was much different. They had parents, uncles, aunts, cousins ... They were hardly ever alone. Uncle Fred, Lydia's father, for one, was almost always around. He'd want to take the boys -- Donald, his brother, Dennis, and Lydia's brother, Alan, out fishing, riding, hiking.Dennis and Alan were both a couple of years older than Donald. Donald always hoped they would go off on their own, and leave him with Lydia, but they were always willing to let her tag along when she wanted.Donald.