I left home at eighteen to join the Air Force. Now I'm back for my mom and dad's funeral. They died in a fiery car crash on their way home from seeing... my younger sister in Olean, New York. They lived in Jamestown almost all their lives and in the same house since I turned seven. It was a hundred year old house with two floors, an attic, and a basement. The stairs were narrow, barely two feet wide and very steep. My bedroom in the attic was very small only six by eight feet with slanted ceilings. High as to raise me off my heels and onto the balls of my feet. ?Oh, God, please,? I begged. SMACK! ?Oh!? He spanked my ass. The guy that rescued my stood behind me and reached around to grab my breasts. He squeezed them and I squealed. SMACK! ?Oh!? He took the nipples between thumb and first finger and began to twist and pinch them. ?Ung!? The other man came up and placed nipple clamps on each with a chain attached between. He was completely inside of me and I felt full, like never before. I felt his hand pushing mine away to play with my clit and his body leaned atop of mine to whisper in my ear. 'Are you going to let me fuck your ass or you want me to pull out?' Bruno asked. I felt full but the pain subsided, now it was just the weird feeling of having something so big inside of my butt. I turned my head to look at him, 'I want you to fuck my ass daddy,' and with that he smiled and kissed me pulling his dick and. .”Ann snapped back, “Despite your having twice his IQ while being able to fly circles around him, not to mention kicking his ass over and over in mock combat.” Frustrated that Worthington would continue to challenge her sister-wife, even after Arlene had repeatedly handed him his ass in combat, Ann continued, “Had it not been for our weapons being stopped down to training mode, he and his partner would have died — repeatedly. Yet ... the idiot just keeps on with his bullshit.”Arlene barely held.