Her asshole still felt like it was being fucked by his big prick.?Lick it clean, baby girl,? he said mildly. ?After all, it is your mess.?Avril’s pi...nk tongue flickered weakly out from her month, licking any the streaks of blood and shit and cum from her father’s awful cock. Tears ran down her pretty face at this final degradation. They had fucked away a lifetime of decency in one afternoon. Avril knew that licking the blood of her own torn, raped asshole was the final admission that she. I told her we needed to go slow and she needs to be relaxed. So to help her relax I slid on down and started to lick and finger her pussy. As she started to get into it, I pulled a juicy finger from her cunt and eased it into her asshole. At first she resisted (natural reflex) but then she gave in and my finger slid right in. After a few minutes I inserted another, and then began to slowly pump them in and out .I asked her if she was OK with this and let me know if she wanted more. She. Such was Leah as she stood naked before me, horribly conscious of my devouring eyes, quivering and trembling with suppressed emotion, tingling with shame, flushing red and white, knowing full well her own loveliness and what its effect on me must be; and in dumb silence I gazed and gazed again at her glorious naked self, till my lust began to run riot and insist on the gratification of senses other than that of sight!I did not however consider that Leah was ready properly to appreciate the. "What do you mean, what do I mean 'doing it'? God, do I have to spell it out? He and that hussy, Judy, the divorcee from down the street were having sex. Right in that bed. Our bed. It was a defilement is what it was. We never have sex in that bed. Good beds aren't for that."Where do we have sex, then? What has that got to do with anything? When I can't stand his complaining about it any more, and give in to him, I try to use the spare bedroom. That way I can get up and wash the sheets right.