Damn but it was maddening. Listening to their moans and groans and his voice as he commanded my daughter to suck his cock like a good little bitch or ...hearing her gasps of pain/pleasure as he drove his cock into her laughing at her asking her if she liked it and then hearing her say yes. Worst of all was hearing him slapping her ass with either his bare hand or a belt and knowing that my daughter was in there lapping it up begging for more.It wasn't that I disapproved. Hell no, it was that I was. Audrey was feeling the burn hard to achieve and the restlessness was so very strong tonight, that her usual workout zone was hard to find mentally. The laughter snapped her out of the failed attempt at trance, and a hot rush of anger filled her. Linda was about a hundred pounds heavier than her, with great black pendulous breasts, a thick full belly and wide hips sporting a fully padded but surprisingly muscular ass over two tree trunk like legs. She rolled like a troll when she walked, a. Damian placed his hand over Erin’s and gave her fingers a soft squeeze to calm her nerves. The touch relaxed her, sending a gentle warmth over her skin. Damian has a quiet strength that calms her. He always has. Damian looked over at Erin and smiled. “My mom, Dara, will love you,” he said reassuringly. “She is generous. Loving. She is a giver. She likes to take care of people. She’ll want to know your favorite meal and cook it. She’s the kind of mom who always had all of our friends over when. The only places that are off limits without knocking are our bedrooms. Now get your butt in here, grab a cup of coffee and sit with us."Art took a cup from the cart and filled it from an insulated carafe. Bill got up and slid a chair over near the others. Art thanked him and sat to sip his coffee."Well?" Jeff teased with a grin, but Art didn't know Jeff well enough to even realize that he was teasing."Uh?" Art responded. "I don't..." Then it dawned on him what the grin was about. "Uh...".