I flexed my hips high on each upstroke and pulled it out right to the tip. I knew I was doing it like a champ when my fast tempo and powerful strokes ...had set up a brassy squeak in the box springs that marked our cadence. Much louder, however, was the sound made by the headboard, which was slamming against the wall so hard that flakes of white paint were falling off the ceiling molding above it. Then we both looked down. The lips of her pussy were stretched taut, clinging to my wide,. All that was keeping them from ripping their former taskmasters into tiny pieces was the presence of Sid's men between the groups.Sid dismounted and made his way to the house. He went inside and came out with a chair. Taking a seat, he pointed to freed slaves and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Sid Jones. I am the person in charge of this band of men. We have some important business to take care of before you can go on with your lives. So if you will bear with me, we will try to make. She wasn't laughing at him or teasing him. Although his mind did not know what to do, his instincts took over. Somehow he thought to reach out to her and move his face against hers. She responded by showering hot, moist kisses over his boyish lips, his throat and down along his chest. Then she pulled him against her chest, and he kissed the soft, smooth skin in the valley between her breasts. God!... Oh God... Shit... He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was clumsy in his efforts. Pushing her head back against Mack's chest, Heather arched her back and drove her cunt onto her dad's hand. Her audience hooted as they watched her pussy spasm on Mack's thrusting fingers.He slipped a fourth fingered in and continued thrusting into her wetly sucking vagina as she rode the crest of her orgasm, not letting her come down all the way before her body began to build toward another, more powerful climax. He shoved half his hand into his daughter's tight cunt, his thumb pressed against.