I can feel his dark brown eyes roaming my body. The body he fully owns. I hear the pop of the baby oil once more and wonder what he has in mind. I tre...mble, biting at my bottom lip. I feel the oil being drizzled over my chest. I can feel the streams just rolling down my breasts, down over my stomach. The warmth of the oil tickles as it slides over my skin, slipping down over my belly button. He uses enough that he trickles down over my mound. He’s made me a complete slipping slide. His hands are. And show they would…“What could you possibly need to think about?” My mother snapped angrily at me. “Your mother and sister are nothing but horny sex slaves and you need to think? About what? How you plan to use us as well? I knew you were a little rough, a mother always knows… But don’t tell me you’re just like him…”I was not like him… But her belief that I was angered me and I knew I had to play my role anyway until I learned the truth. “Maybe I am like him Vanessa”, I spat as my father’s. My arms wrapped around her and I pressed my lips to hers in an intense kiss. I couldn’t be sure if I heard or felt her moan as my tongue invaded her mouth and my hug drew her as close to me as I could get her. I kissed the laugh away, and in it’s place I could feel her responding to the passion I showed her, her breath hitching and her body moulding itself to mine. She felt amazing against me, warm and soft. My hands stroked up and down her back and sides, and hers came up under my coat to do. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing dark pantyhose over light colored panties, the sight of which caused my dick to grow even harder. She sat down on the toilet and fastened the harness around her hips. She stood again, straddling the toilet, and turned me around. With my face pressed against the mirror and hanging slightly into the shallow space over the sink, she pulled my panties down and drove her latex bone right up my protesting butt hole. I gave a moan.