. for my own teenage daughter.When I got home, I made myself a drink and headed immediately to Heather's bedroom. I didn't want to get undressed until... I was sure she was alone though. If CJ happened to see our webcam, I didn't want him to observe any more than, Heather's dad is lying on her bed, looking at his computer.My phone chimed. Telling CJ goodnight. Going to bed. Then she sent a pic.He apologized for last night, Heather captioned.I'm ready, I texted.A few agonizing minutes later, I. "Good 'nough for us nohow," another crowed.I was unarmed except for my bayonet and two of them had horse pistols in their belts. Another carried a musket. I sure didn't want a fight at those odds or in the confined space."We'd better go," I said to the girl quietly. "I'll slow 'em down. Run to the creek, go downstream and wait for me at the first bending." Wait, please," she said as I pushed her toward the back door, but the bunch had their drinks and were moving toward us, grinning like randy. “Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck! You are so fucking tight!” you exclaim. You try not to blow your load with just the head in my ass, you want to feel the tightness deep. You want to fill my ass with your awesome manhood. You pause until you feel me relax a little, then you push harder, and slide in a couple more inches.“Oh my god that’s so fucking hot!” I gasp out as you slide back out until just the head of your cock is inside, the jam forward again. I yelp in pain, your cock is so big. You start running. All of my furniture is hand me downs from my family and friends. I hope to save some money so eventually I can buy all new things and decorate the whole house to be my dream home. At first sleeping in the old house was a little unpleasant, with all the creaking noises and windy drafts. Getting use to the strange bumps in the night took a great deal of faith. I had to constantly remind myself that it was an old home and that it’s normal to have creaky floors or even an occasional swinging.