”“It would mean a lot to me, I guaran-fucking-tee you that.”“Cassidy, we don’t know each other. If you want to get to know each other, I wou...ld love that. But we aren’t going to start with just a fuck.”She crossed her arms over breasts and hung her head down, pouting.“It’s okay, just go. I’m not worth getting to know. I’m just a drunken, broken-down woman. I’m not even a whole woman.”I looked at her, and after a few moments she looked up at me. I saw her sorrow and pain etched on her face. Tears. He had shot a few times on my face and made me lick it up.I had missed a few weeks and was going crazy to see him. A Tuesday night came and I had a late night massage scheduled with him. I arrived, took a shower, and got on table with my face down. He had come out and we chatted like we had always done. Jim was naked now and started to work on my ass. It always felt good, with his touch and my hips pushing back against his finger.He was about to get on the table.Jim said, "I need to get more. It was also fortunate that Rebecca's posterior was well-padded and she could withstand the repeated pounding she received in the form of spankings and actual insertions that taxed her power to resist.The other sisters and Grace watched with dread but Molly was overly enthusiastic with the tableau because of her terrible need for male companionship. The girl's mother was so caught up in her own condition of complete shambles that she barely noticed her daughter's pathetic plight. In some. Now mutually naked, withour wet clothes pooling water on the floor, we againcame together, clinging and kissing and rubbing eachother with total abandon. It was then another of my fantasies was realized. Verareached down and encircled my dick with her right hand.Now, truly, not just in my fantasies, her slim fingerswere holding my manhood. Willie became so hard it was almost painful, but was atthe actual cross between pleasure and pain, somethinglike ecstasy. I ran my hands up and down.