I could smell my juices as he rubbed them around. He reached back down and slapped my pussy hard. I screamed into my torn panties as he spanked my pus...y and my inner thighs. The tears he loved to taste kept flowing as he greedily licked them off of my face. When he roughly started finger fucking me again he was doing it so hard he was almost lifting me off the ground with the force of it. My tears were flowing freely and running down my face. I was humiliated that I was being made to cum by. Anyway one Tuesday I was sitting at the table reading a magazine when Lisa came out, having just woken up. I had on a white robe hubby had brought me and unknown to me it had opened up, and she could see my tit. She sat down next to me and asked how I was, and I mumbled that I was good. She then said that she could see why dad loved me so much, as looking at my tit it looked good enough to eat. I looked down and went red, saying something like yes he loves they are a perfect mouthful for him.. I took my chance. This could go one of two VERY different ways right now, but I was too horny to care. So I turned my body to face his and made sure that he could feel my boner too, and then I made the ballsiest move in my life. I looked him in the eye, and reached down, grabbing his dick in my hand. I gathered up as much confidence as I could and repeated his own words back at him“It’s just the adrenaline, I swear.”There was a momentary look of confusion on his face, and I tried to maintain. Sitting next to him wasthe boy who was going to be the Ring Bearer. His name was Christopher; hewas a small four-year old with a bowl haircut and impossibly large roundeyeglasses that swallowed his tiny round face. He reminded Dani of thelittle rooster, Egghead, from the Foghorn Leghorn cartoons. Thecombination of his age, the late hour and lack of food was making Derekjust a little irritable, and he wasn't afraid to let everyone know. 'Thatboy's like a tattoo...gets under your skin,' as.