The loss of her father had hit her hard because of his kind and scholarly nature in almost every respect. The accusation that he was in any way involv...ed in the dastardly attempt to destroy Parliament and assassinate the King seemed ludicrous to her and she was certain it was a lie. Unfortunately, the mob that hung him from one of his own trees was convinced otherwise.The Candlewick's had been with the estate all the way back to her grandfather's time. They were not particularly religious folk. He’d dropped Amy off at her house in Long Island before driving home.“I’ll be dripping your cum out of my pussy all night, soiling my sheets... , “ she had whispered in his ear, “What’s my Mom going to think... , “ purring as she kissed his auricles, his lobes, trailing softly down his neck, his tensed jaw, to the corners of his mouth ... before Jun reached for hers and enveloped her lips in a passionate mesh of tongue, teeth and saliva.Little nibbles on her lower lip, soft caresses with her. She's my best friend in the world, and I loved her for dropping the subject the way she had, but after I got home that night I started to feel guilty. We were so close, I owed her an explanation.That's how I ended up sitting in her living room the next day, telling her the gory details of the most humiliating episode of my life. I began by pulling down my shorts and panties enough to let her see the full text of the tattoo's horrible brand, "Property of" in tiny letters above the larger name. Then something else pressed against the outside of my right leg. I slid my arms around until I could take both of the new cocks in my hands and stroke them. The men outside were laughing now and talking about pictures. As they described them, I could tell they were looking at lingerie photos Tiffany had taken of me! "Nice thighs." "Look at those ass cheeks." "She's taking that whole thing up her arse." They were either complimenting or insulting me, I wasn't sure from their tone of voice. It.