"I said don't blink. Don't even close your eyes keep looking at the weeping angel until I tell you otherwise" the voice said. Frightened Claire didn't... know what else to do "Yes sir, I'll keeping looking at the angel just, please, if your going to hurt me or rob me make it quick" but it does look like statue is closer."Hurting you is the last thing I want to do, I'm trying to save you. If you need to we can take turns looking at it I just need you to back up" the man said. "Please don't rape me". I felt like I was going to split open but the swelling tight cock delight was more dominant.A more depraved, debased action followed just after. My own mother assaulting my pussy with the candy cane that had been up my arse, while she used the vibrator directly on my swollen clitty. No shame from her. No guilt from my humping step daddy drilling up into my arse underneath me. I didn’t feel cheap either. Just overwhelmed by pleasure and craving the release of another quickly mounting orgasm.My. I kissed the clit and ran my tongue over it. I pulled the clit and softly kneaded with my lips. She was wriggling in pleasure and her vagina was dripping her juices. I licked them and tongued her vagina for 6- 7 mins. She came again quickly and this time with an overflow of juices. I could feel her vagina pulsating as she came for the second time. I drank all of it. She pulled my hairs and I got up and gave her a deep kiss. She tasted her juices as our tongues melted in and out. I removed my. Mom seemed unhappy about it though, I think she hoped I would have been escorting Chloe again.Once school was out, I had a couple of days before Christmas Eve, I spent them just hanging around the house.I did spend some time on my Harley, but was waiting for dad to have more time before making a joint attack on stripping it down.The grandparents arrived on Christmas Eve morning, we spend the day just watching Christmas themed films, or putting up decorations around the house. I had really.