Kimmie's pussy was getting wetter and wetter. So much so it was also making the top of her thighs wet. "Where are my panties" ,she wondered. She alway...s wore panties to bed under her short nightdress. Come to think of it where was her nightdress. She must have been in a deep deep sleep not to have felt that being removed. Likewise when the panties were tugged down and now were around just one ankle.The stiffening between her ass cheeks was getting harder. It was also getting wetter. Pre-cum was. That’s when you hear strange sounds coming from downstairs…sounds that seem familiar but you aren’t recognizing them yet. Your brain isn’t allowing it. You freeze. It’s porn. The man, probably your new Stepfather, is watching porn on the bigscreen tv in the living room. He thinks he’s alone and he has the volume up. Oh god, he’s probably jacking off down there, and doesn’t even know that I’m here…this is soooo embarassing, you think. It’s ok, you just have to make it through the night, there’s. She flipped Regina over her shoulder, and the big woman landed with a resounding crash on the kitchen floor.The good news was that, for all the damage that had been done to her emotionally, her body remained as resilient as ever. Still, the jab of the knife had hurt. Until a few weeks ago, she had never felt intense pain.Or intense pleasure, for that matter.She opened the front door and looked around. A retired professor she had seen around campus was walking his dog. He nodded to SG. She waved. The combined experiences of all who were intimate together in this little foursome were truly ecstatic and they were all aware of this. The way that Lilith rather brazenly flapped her wings and groped Clothilde/Ursula was especially great when she dripped her cunt juices into her gaping pucker.The knock at the door was too much and Maurice flooded his ex-wife’s bowels as he admired her bottom and Lilith’s together. The knob turned, and before anyone could cover up, in walked Jean-Guy and.