Loud slaps accompanied her cries and Connie knew that she was getting a beating and probably being ****d, again. She raged inside, feeling helpless to... protect her mom and brother from the a****l in their home. She quietly helped her brother to bed, half carrying him down the hall past their parents' bedroom. The door was still wide open and she was able to catch a glimpse of her father kneeling behind her mother's upturned ass and fucking her with her punishing strokes while slapping her ass.. ”“NNNOOOOO, you can’t do this to us!” they both yelled.“Well, we can and we will,” Mr. Frank calmly said. “Now, why don’t you boys get them ready.”The boys did as he said and began to rip off their clothes. They didn’t care about them and when they were finished the clothes lay on the floor in shreds.The girls stood naked before them. They were both scared now and knew what Tracy felt like as they used her.Both girls were pushed into the large living room and forced down on their backs. Next,. But you haven't changed anyone's life more than mine. For the first time in years, I have the money to buy little frills like the things I am wearing for you now and to spoil my sister's k**s and just relax a little. Plus I get to spend a lot of time with a very special man. I know you have gotten to fuck a lot of fun people and probably have shot a quart of cum as your reward, but that is a small thing in comparison to what you have done for us. Thank you."Meg had a tear in her eye as she. We never lived in squalor, but the best you could call mom's and my lifestyle would be 'casual'. The furniture was rearranged, and there were plastic liners on the recliner and couch. Whoa, what kind of maid service had mom hired this month?I entered in a bewildered haze, not paying attention to subtle sounds and smells emanating from the kitchen. My home had shifted into the alternate dimension of some black and white sitcom! I hung my backpack on the coat rack and took off my wind-breaker. I.