" I had to run off to my room and masturbate after every talk I had with her. My dad is a stud and a raypist, that's for sure. But she also told me of... other men who had rayped her: Some with Daddy's approval, some not. And I've witnessed a few cases of the latter category:I remember the times that dad was away on business, and I pleasured myself as mom begged for the relief relif only hard cocks can provide. Yes, I said cocks, plural.The hottest incident was when I awoke to the sound of male. Her tear-streaked face looked almost serene. She sighed then, and looked at her first-born.“Jonathan,” she said, then smiled at the slight confusion on her daughter’s face. “His name was Jonathan. My son.”“You had a son?” Jackie whispered. “Where is he now?”The brief serenity vanished from her mother’s face now. She looked sad and broken.“He’s probably dead,” she said, her voice flat and emotionless. “My darling step-daughter probably killed him when she nuked Nashville.”Jackie didn’t know what. He said he will go and get some dinner. It was a kind of low-end hotel and did not have much. They only had a couple of bed sheets, towels. After a few minutes, he came back with dinner.I was still in the same drenched wet cloths. He understood there is nothing much in there. He said he will wait outside for minutes and requested me to remove my clothes and squeeze the water off it. It made sense and I agreed. I also removed my clothes.Even my bra and panties were also so wet. I had no choice. " Why do anything?" Peggy Savage's father asked. "Hell, let the girls have their fun!" You shouldn't talk like that, George," Peggy's mother said. "What if one of the girls was our Peggy! Why, I don't see how a girl could keep from getting hurt fooling around with a horse like that!" It sounds to me as if the depth of the penetration could be controlled fairly easily," George said. "And as for our Peggy " it wouldn't surprise me very much to hear that she'd try something like that. You know as.