His hand goes down to your ass and caresses youthere too. He moves it between your legs, he touches you, enters you, rubs you.The biting continues. Yo...u feelhis other hand grabbing your neck and lifting you just a little bit; the bitingis getting better and his ?exploration? deeper. Your mind gets lost for a while. You?re sweating. But why? Is it becauseyou understand that he is going to go further and you are sweating from fear?Or are you starting to enjoy it? This scent? it?s definitely. I'd finally stopped flowing, but I still felt weird and funky. I was washing my cooch and it felt funny. I touched it with my fingers it felt funny. That's when dad caught me. He pulled his belt smacked my hand and cooch. He called me a fucking nasty whore as he hit me with the belt. He drug me to my room. He shoved me down on my bed. He called me a filthy cunt. He took out his penis and said he'd show me what treatment a nasty filthy whore could expect he got on my bed between my legs pushed. I love watching you pee, and I love watching you touching your pussy to orgasm. I love watching your nipples harden under my touch, or a cool breeze. And I love watching you watch me.” With that Beth started rubbing her pussy on the warm sun-baked rock and said, “Like this daddy? Is this what turns you on? Mhmm I can tell”. Beth rubbed her pussy very slowly, cautious not to bring undo attention to us. Very carefully pushing the crotch of her suit to one side, Beth masturbated right there. I do not know this family nor do they know me and but my sentence had an impact on her. Yes and he do not do justice to me. She completed this sentence without any expression and kept on looking at me with a want in her eyes without battling her eyelids that was the moment. I could not be wrong. I had to act fast. I could feel my heart palpitating, goose bumps on my hands. I got up from the sofa and went and sat beside her. She did not move nor said anything and she kept on staring me.I kept my.