Absent-mindedly, she switched on the radio and let herself be bombarded with the raucous sound of a top twenty pop station. The acid-etched memory of ...her mother with that horrible Marlowe man blazed in her mind like a neon billboard... her own mother, John Barrett's widow, sprawled nakedly across the bedspread like a central character in some five-dollar porno movie... pot-bellied, balding Jerry Marlowe hunched over her, his head stuffed between her lewdly-splayed thighs, his back arching and. Then there was a sudden pain! I wws getting fucked in the arse! I hadn’t felt any lube and the guy wasn’t being gentle! Oh my god it hurt and felt so good at the same time! Every time of trying the guy got further in and every thrust forced my stomach across the rough wood, my tits were hanging down on the other side of the log and slamming back and forth! I was moaning and crying all at once! As my arsehole was fucked, one hand was placed under my chin pulling my head up making my back arch. I was amazed at how aroused she was. Realizing that I had lived with this little nymph for nineteen years and had never seen evidence of her feelings for me nor recognized the depths of her sensuality filled me with a sense of wonder.Dipping my fingers into the wide area of her vulva, I found the entrance to her tunnel. I traced my finger around the opening, toying with its edges, and then slipped a finger tip into the recess. Her hips moved up against my probing finger and her tongue went wild. He really admired the look in Jane's mirror and like the way hisbangs and hair hung from a few brush strokes. It appeared to bea page-boy, and clearly feminine as it framed his high cheeksand coraled lips.Stepping lightly to the dress rack, he removed the dress andslipped into a slim gabardine skirt, slit front and back, andbuttoned a thin camp shirt that he tucked inside. Posing in themirror, he winked and beamed at the girl who deftly flipped thecollar up and unbuttoned the blouse's top.