She fished out a small photo frame and stared at the picture. That was one of the few things she had been able to take with her that day when she ran ...away. Every night she would look at the picture, remember those happy moments. It kept her sane. It encouraged her to go on. The photograph and the memories connected to it made her stronger. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, remembering her past, when everything was perfect. The image of her father and her brother sufficed in her mind.. Now he removed his dresses and mo could find a huge elevation inside his boxers and he removed hsi boxers and mom was shocked to see his 9 inch fatty cock pooping out with lot of veins and now she came near him and started to suck it like a pro slut and he licked his balls too and he plucked her hairs and he deep throated her and she was gagged by his huge cock and and she was suffocated by his cock blocking wind pipe.Now he licked her belly and now came near her thighs and started to suck her. The other was under the table, me playing with my cock and her massaging her cunt. It was a longer than normal lunch and when it ended I went back to the couch and she went into her bedroom. When she came out she was naked and smiling, some oil in one hand and the Lone Ranger in the other."Ready"? I just smiled for her answer. "Stand up please".She told me to turn around as she pressed her tits against my back and moved them all over. I reached behind and found her soaked pussy and started. Her reaction, though, seemed to indicate quite the opposite. Her head sank down until it was merely hanging on her neck and her mouth sputtered out moans, groans, and gasps. All were from her reaction to the suddenness of the penetration, the depth, and the incredible union of their organs. I knew how she felt, it was the same for me. It wasn’t a cry of wrenching pain and shock from her body, which might occur if her hymen has suddenly been torn.I put my hand on her shoulder and she turned.