Again, my curiosity got the better of me. ‘Why won’t you tell anyone who the father is?’ I inhaled sharply after I said this, I had majorly cros...sed the line of propriety, and I knew it. She still would not look at me, and I could see her covering her face with her hands. Even her father looked at her with perplexion. Apparently, her behavior was strange even to him. ‘I do not tell because the sin was solely mine and the father never need be tainted with it,’ she finally said, turning her head. She reached under her bed and pulled out a small shoe-type box. Sheri grimaced and groaned as I pounded her from behind. Trish pulled out some kind of massager from the box and turned it on. Trish put her toy right on her pussy and started moaning wildly within seconds. I let go of Sheri’s hair and reached my hand around to start fingering her clit. She went wild as well. “Oh fuck yes. Oh God don’t stop,” Sheri said straining. I kept my dick and fingers in unison as we watched Trish pleasure. Now when we were younger, Sam only at a ripe young age of four years old, we found out later that both his parents were molesting and sexually exploiting him for their own needs as they saw fit. His father sometimes forcing him to take showers alone with his dad, all the while, being sexually tortured and used as his father's personal fuck toy. There were times where his father would penetrate so hard and deep within Sam's anal region, that Sam would have to stand for hours slightly bent over. Mujhe jor se hug karli aur mera lund ko uski haat se leke uski chut ke phudi me lagaayi aur me jor se press karne lagaa. uski chut pura gili thi fir bhi itni tight thi ki mera lund thoda bhi andar nahi jaa raha tha aur mujhe jor se dard ho raha tha. hum dono khud ko control nahi kar paa rahe the. Fir me aur jor se press kiya aur lund thoda andar chala gaya.Sital – aaaahhh aur thoda daalo. jaldi daalo. mujh se control nahi ho raha he.Me – Tumhari chut bahat tight he, mujhe bahat dard ho raha.