I slid over to him and he put his armaround me with my head on his chest and just like a hundred times before I figured I would go to sleep.In that po...sition I had a perfect view of his lap and he couldnt tell if my eyes were open or closed but I know he knew and was giving me the opportunity to look without having to pretend. His robe was open and he wasnt as hard as he had been before. His cock was laying to the side over the top of his robe. I just looked at it...I could hear his heart. It was just after lunch on Saturday, the last day of the trade show, when Robert came over and sat down next to me. In his oh-so-cool Australian accent he asked, "What are you doing tonight… You know, after the show closes?" "Oh, nothing in particular," I said while shrugging my shoulders. He said, "Good! How about coming to my nephew’s bachelor party?" "Bachelor party! Now why would I want to go to that?" I very truly asked, having no idea whatsoever why he would possibly be asking me that. . For now, at least, he had conquered and dominated her.As if reading braille, the walls of her vagina began painting vivid images behind her eyes of his thick, long cock tunneling through her quivering tissues, parting them all the way up her birth canal, expanding her vaginal orifice. The head of his penis practically reached her cervix. Reggie embraced her in his arms as he lied on top of her, his hard, bulging muscles pressing against her.As he resumed the trail of kisses up Christy's neck. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sasha?” my mother demanded. Fury—true, apocalyptic rage—blazed across my mother’s face. Her usual sweet and calm demeanor had vanished. Though I was taller than her, she somehow felt like a giant as she marched towards me. “You think it’s funny wearing one of those filthy toys of yours. You think I’m going to be a nasty dyke or something? That I would do something with my daughter.“Ugh, god, what is wrong with you?” my little sister said, looking away.“This ....