She switched off the vibrator and relaxed,coming back down gently, getting her breath back. She thought over the stories she?d read. Theywere fine, w...ll, some of them were, but they weren?t her story. They weren?tthe story of Lady Elvira. You know what,I could write better than that. She mused to herself and, rolling over,snuggled down to sleep. For the next few evenings Wendy worked away ather computer, putting together her story. What had looked quite easy at firstturned out to be much. As her hand reached down for her pussy again her breathing was starting to get heavier. She could feel herself getting wetter at the thought of his dick sliding into her in one smooth stroke. As her finger touched her pussy lips she hesitated only a second, before pushing it in all the way. She wanted him and now knew what he wanted from her. As a shiver ran up her back she plunged her finger inside of her, knowing he was watching. Her other hand began pinching and twisting her nipple as. She walked to the center of the room and placed her hands behind her head. She stood with her legs apart and looked straight ahead, facing the rest of the family.Betty had recorded chores and backtalk in a black notebook. She went over the things Savannah had done well. The list was relatively brief, but it included some chores she completed and even washing Karen’s car for her. Betty thanked her daughter for doing that. Betty gave credit where it was due and wasn’t miserly with her. She was matching my every thrust, and never stopped yelling at me to cum into her hot pussy. After about a minute more, I grabbed her hips, pushed my cock as far into her tight cunt as I could, and started shooting my second load of the night into her pussy. She was screaming at me to fill her cunt with my love spunk. As my orgasm was subsiding, hers took off. She was grinding per pussy back onto my cock, fingering her clit, and screaming things I couldn’t even understand. Her pussy was.