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CHAPTER EIGHT

Harriet had the four people sit on her living room couch. Renee claimed she didn't want to sit near Larry Hunter, so Idrine sat beside her father at one end, while Brian, still wearing a pair of undershorts, sat with Renee at the other end of the long sofa. Harriet had given each of them their drinks, and they had silently sipped, not being able to think of anything to say. For ten long minutes nobody said much of anything while everyone continued sipping their drinks.

Harriet knew it would take almost no time for the Spanish Fly to take effect. She watched, noting how everyone's breathing began quickening after awhile.

Renee tried to slow her breathing down, but couldn't. For some reason she felt terribly excited, and she felt the need for a man, but she'd be damned if she would give Larry Hunter the satisfaction of having her again.

Abruptly, Renee felt her body twitch, and looking down, she saw Brian Wolfe's hand on her skirted thigh. The boy actually had the nerve to try moving his fingers between her legs. She instantly clamped her thighs together.

Brian, not knowing why he felt as he did, had a tremendous urge to fuck again, and he decided he would try and make it a clean sweep by scoring with Renee, especially since she was closer to him. Under normal circumstances such an idea would have never occurred to him, but the aphrodisiac, burning through him, cut off any rational thoughts.

Renee would have slapped the boy's face, but the need for a cock was overpowering. When the boy cupped her breast with his hand, she made no move to stop him, feeling the tiny, budlike nipple stiffen under the thin material of her bra. She knew she should stop Brian. The situation had already gotten out of hand, and if she let it go much further, she would let him strip her and fuck her in front of her own mother and daughter. If only that delicious tingling would stop shuddering through her system.

Renee found she had trouble breathing. The drink had turned her body into a bundle of raw nerve-endings her mind was unable to control. She found it incredible to believe the different feelings shooting through her. She'd had them before, but never this intensely. She knew she would have to do something quickly, or she would go insane.

Brian was already rubbing his almost-naked body against hers. He was so close to her she could hardly move. His fingers were undoing her shiny, striped blouse, and then they were dipping into her revealed brassiere, cupping a naked breast. Thousands of tiny, wonderful pinpricks raced deliciously through her, starting at the tip of her shuddering nipple as he rolled it maddeningly between his thumb and forefinger. The heat of his breath rushed wildly against her ear as his face pressed against hers.

She turned, trying to tell him to stop, and suddenly found the young, man kissing her. For one small instant in time she tried twisting her mouth away, but the pressure of the young boy's lips was too much for her in her present state.

"Struggle and you'll disturb your daughter," Brian whispered.

Renee looked at the other end of the couch and saw her daughter snuggled against Larry Hunter. And it was obvious Hunter was not feeling the least bit fatherly toward her. But the sight of them fondling one another only aroused her that much more.

Very slowly, Renee allowed herself to relax. She leaned against young Brian, no longer seeming to care what her daughter or her mother did. If they wanted to play with that rotten bastard who had sired Idrine, but who had never made his offer of marriage to her until after the girl was born, then let them. Brian might only be a boy, but he was much better than Larry.

Inwardly she giggled. She had no business being here. If her old school girl friends were right, she would end up in perdition for doing something like this. But then, who cared?

She felt a secret sense of power, knowing this young teenage boy wanted her. It thrilled her to feel his hands dipped into her bra, rubbing her naked breasts, giving her tingling sensations of delight. And to think her daughter was at the other end of the couch letting Larry, the girl's own father, fondle her the same way.

The mere thought sent wild shudders of delight coursing through Renee. Maybe she should have wantonly fooled around like this a long time ago. Maybe her mother was right, and Idrine should have been properly educated. If so, the girl might not be in her father's arms right now.

There were no maybes about it. She should have gone on a fucking spree and had a whole bunch of girls. Maybe they would all be here today, with all their sires, and they would have one big incestuous orgy. The only one missing would be her own father. But he was dead, according to her mother.

Oh, to hell with it all, Renee thought, and thrust her tongue into young Brian's mouth.

The boy had a way about him. He seemed to know how to kiss very nicely. She couldn't remember any of her male friends, or even Larry Hunter, kissing her with such ardor. But after seeing the way the boy had poled her daughter's ass, Renee hoped Brian would have enough cock left over for her.

She needn't have worried. The cantharides in his drink had aroused the boy to a fever-pitch, and he would have enough cock left over to screw every woman in the village, that night.

Renee squirmed at her end of the sofa, no longer feeling anything other than desire. All fear, all hate, all anguish had disappeared, banished by the amber drink. All she felt now was a relaxed justification for being here. She had as much right to do this as her mother, her daughter, or anyone else.

Renee wanted to look, but she didn't dare. She tried pressing closer to Brian, but he was staring, his eyes wide open, and he whispered, "Will you look at that. Look at the way your daughter is blowing her old man."

Renee looked, unable to stop herself, and she got a very clear view of her daughter, now on her knees in front of the sofa, with her head working up and down between Larry Hunter's thighs. Idrine's lips were tightly clasped around the throbbing pole protruding from Hunter's opened fly. Tufts of his pubic hair were also standing out.

"Oh no!" Renee moaned, hiding her face in Brian's shoulder.

Somehow she just hadn't expected to see this. Right out in front of Brian, her mother and herself, her daughter was sucking the penis of the man who had sired her. This was so embarrassing. How could Idrine do such a thing?

Small tears of shame dribbled down her cheek. A moment before she had believed she didn't give a damn. Now she discovered she still had qualms about things. The terrible sight of Larry's thick penis driving up into Idrine's hungering mouth was almost too much for Renee. And listening to the lewd smacking sounds of her daughter's lips as she announced her enjoyment of what she was doing to everyone in the room bewildered her even more. Now her ears were echoing with the wet, smacking sounds as if her daughter's mewling were magnified a thousand fold. It sounded awful. She burrowed her face deeper into Brian's shoulder. Renee wanted to get up and run, but she knew her legs would never hold her. All she could do was lie there in Brian's arms and listen in torment while her daughter went on sucking Larry's throbbing cock.

Another deep-throated scream caused her to look up again, and what she saw totally astounded her. Idrine had removed the negligee she was wearing and had crawled up over Larry Hunter, straddling his thighs. The round whiteness of her buttocks, a halved volleyball, was poised directly over the upstanding rod of Larry Hunter's hard cock. Idrine was reaching back behind and underneath her body, grasping the man's immense, pulsing rod, and she was pressing it between her labia. Renee held her breath as she saw the massive bulb of Larry Hunter's hard cock make contact with the wide-open, moist, pink flanges of her daughter's virgin cunt. She watched Idrine rub the lust-engorged member up and down in her seething little slit, parting the bare lips, and then, poising herself for a moment.

Larry Hunter's hands pressed down hard on his daughter's shoulders, and the girl's tight, squirming pussy sank slowly down over the upstanding rod. The wet, squishy sound of his cock fitting into the girl echoed throughout the diving room as Idrine gasped, "Ahhhhhhh! Yessssssss! Oooooohhhhhh!"

Renee stared, her eyes wide open in disbelief at the incest. Idrine should have been screaming in pain at having had her cherry violently broken, but the aphrodisiac she had swallowed had lifted her above all pain. All she could feel was the strong, long sensation of a hard cock buried in her tight cunt.

As the girl rose and fell, Renee heard the obscene sucking sounds as the slicing cock moved in and out of her little pussy. Idrine was grinding her thighs all the way down against those of her father, until all Renee could see was the littlest bit of the hairy base of his cock protruding from the moist vaginal lips surrounding it.

Renee knew she should be on her feet, screaming, tearing all the hair out of Larry Hunter's head, but the tranquilizing of the drink she'd had, and the tightness of Brian Wolfe's arms would not allow it. Instead, she lay immobilely frozen, watching helplessly as her giggling daughter began a slow, grinding, up-and-down movement with her buttocks rising in the air above Larry's loins until only the tip of his steel-solid shaft was visibly enclosed in Idrine's tight sheath. Then, with a loud, "huummphhh" each time, the curvaceous twelve-year-old girl dropped heavily back down on her father's thighs, totally impaling herself with each stroke.

Renee turned her head away again, a tight restrictive feeling in her throat and now digging deep into her burning belly. She had never dreamed to watch her little girl behave so wantonly. Instead of feeling the revulsion she had expected to feel, all she experienced was a light, tingling deep between her own thighs. Shutting her eyes, she pressed her face tightly against young Brian's bare shoulder. The sounds continued to fill her ears, and visions of her daughter bouncing up and down on Larry Hunter's thighs continued to fill her mind. Even clamping her eyes tightly shut could not shut out the obscene picture. Obscene, yet wonderfully arousing and exciting, the soft moans coming to her ears from the other end of the bouncing sofa cushion, and the wet, sucking noises of their illicit incest drifted into her ears, and the salacious image was magnified until it was a thousand times larger than reality.

Abruptly, the woman shuddered as she felt Brian's hand pushing into her bra and gripping her bare breast even more tightly. The sight of Idrine and Larry was affecting Brian, too.

The boy's fingers began suddenly pinching her nipple, hard, sending flashes of pleasure-pain shooting through Renee. Lust ran rampantly through her body, overpowering any sense of morality she might have acquired outside her mother's home. The woman uttered a low, helpless groan into Brian's ear. But the sound was almost instantly choked off when the boy began pressing his lips against hers, grinding down hard. His hot tongue flicked wetly into her avid oral cave causing her lush body to writhe against the sofa cushion in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion starting to overflow in her body.

"He's her father?" Brian asked, panting.

"Y-Yes," Renee replied, shuddering.

"He's fucking his own daughter," Brian mumbled.

"I know!" Renee snapped, tears dripping from her eyes. "He should be fucking me."

"Well let's get even with him," Brian whispered.

"What do you mean?" Renee asked.

"I mean, let's you and me fuck and show them, we won't be left out of this."

"Yes," Renee nodded, knowing this was what she had wanted ever since seeing Idrine with her father. Something in the drink had sent a burning need for cock thrust into her, and she wanted to try out this young boy. Renee was aware of her mother's fetish for young boys, and as a result thought it might be a good idea to try one out.

She squirmed and writhed, rubbing her clothed body against Brian's bare flesh, feeling heated flames rising higher and higher in her womanly body. She'd show Larry Hunter what he was missing all these years. Even if he was fucking his own daughter now, she'd show him she was still the best lay of the three women.

My! Renee said to herself. What am I thinking of? How can I think to compare myself, sexually, with my mother and my daughter?

Yet that was precisely what she was doing in her mind. And she realized she was jealous of her mother. Yes, that was it. And because her mother had enjoyed so much varied experience, she believed she would never be able to match Harriet. That was the real reason why she had never followed in her mother's profession. Deep down, she had always feared she wasn't good enough to compete with Harriet.

But I am, she thought to herself. I'm as good as my mother, and better. And I'll always be better than my hot-assed young daughter. Always!

"Come on, come on," Brian said to her. "Time's wasting. God! I've been dying to fuck you ever since I screwed Idrine's ass. I've always wanted to see how you compare to your mother and daughter."

You too, Renee thought. All right. The time has come for me to come out of my shell I'll fuck the ass off you, you snotty young kid. You'll come begging for more, only you'll never get me again. I'll make you suffer just like I've made Larry Hunter suffer all these years.

Her body tightened as she felt the young boy start massaging her asscheeks while pulling her taut body against his own.

As he rubbed against her, his mouth still pasted hotly against her lips, Renee shuddered and held her breath, feeling the solid stiffness under Brian's underpants pressing against her skirt and pushing into her own genitals. The strong power of the aphrodisiacal drink oozed through her bloodstream, intensifying the abrupt, uncontrolled emotions coursing through her flesh against her mind's will.

She was fighting against years of controlled desire, wanting to unleash that desire and take it far beyond any control. It was time to release herself.

Renee wriggled against the boy as his finger gripped her nipple, and the hardness of his young cock ground into her panties-covered cunt as her dark skirt slid up out of the way. Soft moans of helpless submission came oozing forth from between her lips. Her very helplessness, added to the fact that her daughter was being fucked by Larry Hunter overpowered her tortured mind. She jumped when she felt Brian's hands push between them and press against the gentle curve of her belly.

"Uhhh!" she gasped, more conscious than ever of Larry Hunter's gasps as their daughter wildly bounced up and down on his thighs. Her girlish juices had drenched Hunter's pants.

Renee jerked a bit as she felt Brian's fingers sliding under her skirt, up along the front of her thighs. She moaned and moved a little making it easier for him, more determined than ever to enjoy this. Wild sensations continued building up in the pit of her womanly belly, and she gasped and then inhaled sharply as she realized her skirt was now bunched up around, hex hips. And then his fingers came into contact with the mother's soft, naked stomach.

A shocking bolt of electricity blasted along the firm, smooth, white flesh of her tender thighs as Renee felt the boy slowly slip a finger beneath the tight, elastic leg band of her panties. She writhed a bit, thrilling as the tip of his finger found the narrow, sensitive slit of her tender vulva and carefully worked into it. Her soft pubic hair was if gently parted as the finger moved higher in her shuddering slit, making sudden, delicious contact with her tiny, throbbing clitoris. Her entire cuntal gash was wet from the burning desire now tormenting her body, permeating through her entire being like some kind of virus. Renee gasped, grunting out little mewls of delightful pleasure as she felt desire becoming heavier and heavier in her womanly breast.

She didn't dare utter a sound. Any noise she made might disturb Idrine and Larry Hunter. It was obvious the two were enjoying one another immensely, and she would have felt terrible disturbing them. Too, she didn't want Hunter looking in her direction, seeing how easily she was giving Brian what she had denied him these many years since that one night he had seduced her in the park.

She lay there, feeling somewhat helpless while Brian's young hands roamed all over her body, touching, teasing, tantalizing, and arousing her. She found herself reacting strongly to the boy's touch, feeling the maddening caress of his hands on her bra-covered breasts and her nearly exposed cunt. Renee realized she was wet between her thighs. Her hips were writhing in maddening rhythm to the light teasing of young Brian's fingers as they continued their licentious search between her pussy lips. She had become a total slave to her body, and for some unknown reason her mind didn't care, at all. It was as if her mind was floating on a sensuous cloud of lust, anxious to see her body loved.

Brian had known Renee would surrender, though he wasn't quite sure why he knew. The drink he'd swallowed, now burning through his young body, had boosted his self-confidence even more, and he was absolutely positive Renee Pembroke would come around to his way of thinking.

But now that she was responding, he was taken somewhat aback, not expecting it to happen this quickly. He smashed his hard lips against her soft, yielding mouth, his tongue wetly probing through her mouth. Renee sucked on it avidly, letting her soft female body melt into his solid, boyish flesh. The woman felt herself vibrating with forbidden excitement as the boy held the kiss, long and hard. She could feel the twitch of his hard cock as it wetly pressed against her.

"I wanna fuck you," Brian whispered to her. "I wanna fuck you just like Hunter, over there, is fucking Idrine."

The sound of the youth's voice excited Renee. She reached down between their bodies, resolutely gripped his hard cock, and began boldly stroking it, feeling more wonderfully wanton than ever. Her full breasts and rounded thighs tingle with desire.

"Take everything off," Brian insisted, unable to control himself any longer.

Renee's hand trembled as she unzipped her skirt. Then she slipped out of her blouse, reached behind her, and undid her bra, thrilling to the cool air in the room washing over the nakedness of her exposed breasts. Her tiny, round nipples stood staunchly erect, blood pulsing through the brown capsules. She dropped her bra on the floor, then wriggled out of her skirt. The idea of fucking with this young boy, out in the open – so to speak – with her daughter a few feet away, and her mother looking on seemed to enhance the thrill for Renee all the more. She watched Brian peel down his briefs, and she smiled seeing how obviously impatient the boy was to get at her. Yes, tonight she was going to enjoy herself more than she ever had before, and this was only the beginning. She might not be a whore like her mother, but fucking, on a limited scale, was something she could do for "presents".

Raising her ass from the sofa cushion, Renee stripped her panties down over the fullness of her lush thighs. She pulled them from around her ankles and dropped them on the floor with the rest of her clothing.

Brian's hands reached out and hungrily caressed her, running over her naked flesh again and again. She sat perfectly still, her back against the back of the sofa, her thighs apart, her arms at her sides, trembling from the wicked sensations running through her.

When the boy dropped his head to Renee's solid mammaries, cupping one in his hand and sucking its nipples into his mouth, Renee shuddered so visibly the entire sofa seemed to tremble. She swayed, and had the sofa-back not been supporting her, she would have fallen.

Renee's eyes jumped over to where her daughter and Larry Hunter were still making love, then she let Brian push her sideways until she was lying on the couch with him lying beside her. His hands groped between her thighs but Renee grabbed the boy's wrist, and said, "Later. You can fuck me later. Right now I'm going to suck your cock."

Brian froze, unable to believe he was hearing these words from the most prim woman in the village. Here was a chance to compare her mouth to that of her mother. It was too good an opportunity to let go by, and he could feel his straining prick tremble.

Renee didn't know why she had said this, except it seemed the most logical thing to do. Not only that, but in her mind, far in the past, she remembered how Larry Hunter had gasped at the pressure of her mouth on his cock, and she knew he would stare hungrily at Brian, anxious to feel what the boy would be feeling, even with his hot, hard dick sunk into the teeming depths of Idrine's sloshing nookie. Even now, she could hear her daughter's gasping sighs as Idrine continued bouncing on Hunter's lap.

The sounds made Renee laugh softly to herself. For some reason, Larry Hunter seemed to be restraining himself. He was a long way away from his own orgasm, which would give Renee and Brian lots of time to catch up. The boy was almost primitive compared to Hunter, yet he was also refreshing. Her mother seemed to know a lot when it came to young boys. When all was said and done, they were totally different from swaggering, overconfident, experienced men.

The slender boy lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin resting against her shoulder. The wet, slushing sounds of what was going on between Idrine and Larry Hunter filtered over to them in a low, continuous rhythm, punctuated by soft, moaning noises of Idrine's youthful passion. Idrine really slammed her body down against her father's thighs, a delighted whimper of surprise would erupt from between her lips. This outburst of sound excited Brian even more. Renee could feel the boy's stone-solid cock resting on her thigh, throbbing in rhythm to Idrine's moans.

"Ready, Brian?" Renee asked, realizing the sounds of her daughter being fucked were even more exciting to her than they were to Brian.

"Uh huh!" was all he could mutter, unable to say anything else as his voice seemed to catch in his throat.

"Lie down on your back," Renee insisted, sitting up.

Renee was surprised at her being so forward with the young boy. But then, if she was going to do something, she might as well get the most from it that she possibly could, and the only way to do that would be to keep the boy from assuming any kind of command over her. Therefore she had to be the aggressor. Besides, Larry Hunter was sitting up on the couch, with Idrine still bouncing in his lap. He would be able to look over and see what she was doing, and it would eat his heart out. She would drink the boy's sperm while Hunter watched, making him wish her lips were tightly wrapped around his – Hunter's – cock.

In all the time she had gone with men, she had never licked a penis since that first night with Hunter. The idea had repelled her a bit. Now, with the aphrodisiac flowing freely through her veins, the idea of sucking a penis suddenly seemed thrilling and enjoyable to her. Her own pussy was hot and wet because of the way Brian's fingers had touched her, and one day she would try to convince a man to lick her down there. And if she wanted to be licked down there, she knew a man would enjoy having his cock sucked. And if sucking a cock gave pleasure, then there was no reason why she shouldn't enjoy doing it.

She decided to work her way down. Her tongue began by licking the hollows of the boy's throat, and Brian shuddered, thinking how similar was the natural techniques of both, Harriet and Renee Pembroke. Renee's pink tongue traversed across the boy's bare, hairless chest, licking his nipples, not sure he would respond. The woman was pleasantly surprised when Brian did writhe.

Harriet, watching her daughter, realized the inhibitions which had filled her daughter, were disappearing. After tonight, she couldn't see Renee going back to her old ways. This made Harriet glad. Her daughter had to learn to get the most from life, even if it meant doing things contrary to what other people approved of. As long as no one was hurt by her actions, Renee had the right to do what she wanted, when she wanted, in any way she wanted.

Renee didn't know much about the male body and what made it react. Her experiences had been limited to straight fucking, letting the man do all the work. This was the first time she was doing things, herself.

Reaching down, the eager woman grasped Brian's hardened cock between her fingers as she worked her mouth lower and lower, her tongue wildly licking at the boy's naked flesh. She noted it was a nice-sized cock for a boy as young as Brian, but it was probably the smallest cock she had ever touched. Remembering how delightful she had felt once when one of her infrequent dates had licked her navel, she began lapping into Brian's belly-button, making the boy squirm. She felt his stomach tighten and ripple under her tongue and knew she was getting to him. His flesh was as smooth as satin.

Renee's hand clutched his throbbing cock all the more tightly, squeezing the penis, seeing the "teardrops" pour out in profusion. Her fondling made the boy moan lustfully.

Renee found her position somewhat uncomfortable, so she slid lower, levering his young thighs apart. Her own knees now rested on the floor, and she tugged him around so he was lying on the couch with his feet dangling over the side.

Renee lifted her face and stared at the boy's loins. Her fingers continued running up and down over his hardened cock, and now her lips were a scant inch away from the shuddering tip. Her mouth opened, and warm, soft breath came flowing out all over his penile head. The blood-sensitized tip shuddered with maddened lust, knowing what was about to happen to it. It was about to be devoured, and Brian couldn't wait for it to happen.

"Unnnhhh!" the boy gasped. "Oh yes, yes, suck it!"

Renee heard him groaning out the words and knew she had the boy where she could get him to do anything, now. Like her mother and her daughter, she first began realizing the power she had over men with her mouth.

As a naive teenager, when she had first licked Larry Hunter's cock, she'd had no idea what power she could exercise over the male sex. Now, with the burning aphrodisiac blasting through her, it finally occurred to her why her mother and daughter enjoyed all this so much. In the act of fucking, a woman had supreme power. And with Larry Hunter looking on, she knew she was punishing him even more for being so impersonal about that first time she had fucked for him.

Her tongue whipped out, and the tip came into heated, moist contact with the red point of Brian's shuddering phallus. The tongue circled about the smooth, rubbery flesh as he groaned from the delightfully wicked teasing to which he was being subjected. The point of her tongue searched for, and found the slit in his glans where the "teardrops" came from, and stabbed wetly into it. The inside was already moist from the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping out because of his mounting excitement.

The sharp, pungent taste and odor caused Renee's mouth to salivate as her nostrils flared. Her hands drifted to the base of his huge, swollen dork and cupped the wrinkled scrotum, feeling the tender weight of his balls inside. Her nails grazed over the wrinkled flesh. Her other hand gripped the base of the boy's penis where it soared upward over his pelvis. She squeezed it between her thumb and fingers, pulling down hard, making the red, plumlike head stand out even more. Now it was at the mercy of her hungering lips.

With burning passion, Renee began planting moist kisses all around it, starting at the top, then tracing a path down along the full length to the base where she licked his balls, and then moved back up the other side of the penis, right back to the top. She played with the throbbing wang, teasing it, making it shudder and stiffen and swell until Brian could stand it no longer.

With a shuddering gasp, the boy gripped her hair with his hands, and holding her head still, rammed his cock up between her lips. Renee clamped her lips shut for a moment, attempting to resist, wondering if she was doing the right thing. The spongy point was sliding against her tongue and palate, stretching her soft, tender lips, forcing her teeth wide apart.

She could have bitten his cock, but decided against it. The boy was overcome with passion, and it was all her fault. She had to admit she liked the spongy feel of it rubbing along the full length of her tongue, trying to push into her throat.

Closing her eyes, Renee sucked strongly, trying to keep herself from gagging. She was grateful the penis wasn't as long as Larry Hunter's. Saliva flooded her mouth, bathing the boy's cock. It protruded like a peeled banana from between Renee's ovalled lips.

"Wow!" Brian gasped. "You really got a great mouth, Ms. Pembroke."

Her lips pulled on his throbbing wang, sliding up and down, but not creating any friction, because her saliva kept everything wetted down. He rammed his hips up, trying to create some feeling.

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he gasped. "Please, please, suck harder." His voice was coarse and thick with aroused passion. And Renee could feel the way he was breathing.

Tightening her lips, Renee created the needed friction to bring sensation to the boy's pulsing peter, feeling the excitement continue to mount in her own body. She loved the debasing way her mouth was being used. The throbbing penis sliding against her tongue made her thing of her mouth as a cunt. She sucked like a fierce rod, twining her tongue around and around the throbbing penile point, bobbing her head up and down. She sucked with the idea of making the boy shoot in her mouth. She wanted to know the joyful taste of sperm. The more she sucked, the more she could understand why her mother had chosen this way of life as a profession. Each person had to be happy in his or her lifetime occupation, and Renee could comprehend why her mother was so joyful in what she did.

Soon the boy would be pumping his white spunk between her lips, and she hoped Larry Hunter would be watching as she swallowed. Her vagina pulsated with wicked delight at the thought of revenging herself on her daughter's father, this way.