I am going to punish you both.” He grabbed Kristen by the hair and bent her over his knee. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. He rubbe... her round ass. Then smack! He started spanking her. I was astonished. My Dad hadn't spanked us since we were like 8 years old. Kristen was completely silent. My Dad hit her ass at least 10 more times before she was biting her lip. He shoved two fingers in her cunt. “Wet. I knew it. Your little cunt is soaking wet for Daddy.” Kristen's eyes were. "Turning to look at her he said,"Well you can take those fucking clothes off for a start... they're mine... apparently."Shari covered herself in reflex."Please..." she said in a little girls voice, "I'm sorry."Suddenly tears welled up; her hands flew to her face as she began to sob.Mo' stood looking at her, arms akimbo."Shari! Fucking grow up... What are you going to do?."Even with tears streaming down her face, Mo' found her very appealing. She had a demur beauty, dark eyes and trim figure. He. I knew what this meant. We mostly kept our most lustful and more erotic fantasies and sex play to vacations away.You led me to the bedroom, with my cock still at full mast and anticipation. I was fearful that I was going to be over-excited so I thought that we should settle for the lounge instead and I pulled you to me and I embraced you and as I did so you lifted up your shirt, revealing your perk tits, making me feel more excited.As you removed your shirt I put my hands on your tits and I. I feel clumsy with this over-sized cock in my fist, but I force myself to rub the tip along my slit and involuntarily my eyes turn back into my head. I hook my left ankle over the side of the tub and gave a push. There is some resistance—my outer lips folding inward. I spread myself open with the middle and forefinger of my left hand. I gasped as I feel the cool air on my sensitive inner skin. Almost immediately, I’m wet. Oh, god, yes. I’m wet. I’m gloriously wet and it is without Ben.