You aren’t going to be with them more than once, and it has the added benefit of payback. Your dad didn’t let you hit Pastor Kent, and that’s a ...good thing. But this would hurt him more than a punch in the nose! You even talked about it at one point.”“I would NOT do this for revenge. I would do this because Sandy and Ruth asked, and because you’re OK with it. Sandy’s reasons were actually logical. My real concern is that she is completely, and I mean completely, ignorant of even her own body!. These next few paragraphs roll like a whirlwind of sex so try and keep up. Daddy switches with Peter and enters me with a deep thrust and a grunt. Peter makes his way around to my face. I suck him clean relishing the taste. He notices my enthusiasm for Ass to mouth. He calls me a true cockslut. Anthony pushes his cock at my face too. I try to get them both in, but my mouth is too small. Peter pulls his out and slaps it across my forehead while I'm sucking Anthony. Daddy spreads my ass cheeks. Her oh-so-proper, social-climbing, charity-work-junkie of a mother was sending her own daughter to Fuck Camp. “Bronnie’s told me what it’s like. Didn’t you learn your lesson with her?”Julia Wainwright sighed with a pained expression. “That was rather unfortunate. I would never have sent Bronwyn if I’d known she was gay. Still, it turned out okay. She found some friends there to play with.”“Do you know what it’s like? They ban everything – so there’s nothing to do but have sex. Mobile phones are. "Th... thanks, Mrs. Ross," he mumbled.She put the milk and the glass on the table, but remained standing in front of him. She smiled as she watched Paul's eyes move down, seeing her rounded belly through the partially-open robe, and the shadow of her richly-furred cunt. Alison stole a glance at the boy's crotch. She suppressed a sigh as she saw that her son's friend was growing a simply enormous hard-on, a huge, pulsing shaft of flesh that bulged obscenely through the crotch of his.