He then went to work on my breasts. He squeezed and smacked them, pinchingmy nipples until I screamed through the gag. Again and again he smacked mybr...easts. First right then left. They were turning from pink to red as the blowscontinued. Tears ran down my cheeks. I tried to beg him to stop but only muffledcries came out through the gag. I could tell he enjoyed seeing the pain andfear in my eyes. He was a sadistic pervert but I loved him anyway. When he was finally done torturing my breasts, He. Me: Hello.Neha: Do you want to just sit there and stare?Me: NoNeha: Then, chat with me.Me: Are you real?Neha: (Laughs) What do you think?Me: I can’t believe that I am chatting with a hot woman.Neha: I think you are very good at flirting. Your girlfriend must be very lucky.Me: I swear.Neha: Okay baba. I believe you. And thanks for the compliment.Me: I don’t have a girlfriend by the way.Neha: Point. What are you doing with me if you have, right?Me: Yes.Neha: But you look cute and handsome. 'My god, what's happening to me?'Moments later, when he mounted his wife, his final shock occurred. Although he was physically fucking his wife June, he was mentally fucking his daughter Stacy. A subtle change had come over him. His mindset had totally transformed him from a loving father to an incest-driven being.Beginning on the very next night, Mark began to look at his daughter in a completely different light. Without being obvious, he now permitted his eyes to take in and appreciate the. He's rubbing me again along my slit when I feel a finger gently slip into me. He deserves a nice hard suck which I give him in appreciation."Oh, god, Lauren, that feels so good. Mmm." Well, I think that's my cue to let him kiss my kitty, so I lift my leg over him and lower myself to where he's within tongue-range of my love nest.Zach wastes no time getting his lips on me and sucking around my wetness. I can't help but press down slightly, it feels so good.Ah, there are so many ways to give.