Would that thing feel as good as it looked? How would it feel sliding in and out of me? Were his balls as entrancing as his cock? I hadn't seen them c...learly, would he wake if I tried to look at them? How much cum could he unload when he got off? Could he make me get off? I wondered if I should ask Bridget those questions but quickly decided that would be unwise. I self-consciously slipped a hand into my panties and massaged my cunt while those questions spun endlessly through my mind. After a. As soon as I was in his arms, he started massaging by back and ass. He started kissing my pink lips roughly. I could feel the length of his meat between my thighs.While he kissed me, he slid his hands under my tee and rubbed my back. Soon he started massaging my breasts over my tit. As we were getting cozier, I withdrew from the embrace and told him that someone might come as it’s not safe here. He immediately let me go and told me to meet him in the storehouse which was just behind the main. His other hand joined in now and under his twin onslaught she was losing it fast.Now things got very serious for he pushed her flat and he had pulled her top and bra up to expose her lovely breasts to the dim light. Not that they remained exposed for long for soon he was sucking on them and during all the time his hand was moving between her thighs."No, no, we mustn't," she slurred.For a second I thought he was going to stop but he just moved off her slightly so he could reach under her skirt. .Charissa woke suddenly. She stood there, watching a scene replay before her eyes. She watched helplessly as her father entered the house where he and she used to live. He closed the door behind him as a crash came through the window. The thing looked like a big bird to her at first, and then it transformed. She watched as her father turned and pulled his gun on the thing. Then the thing took shape. It was a woman, tall, sensual, seductive. Her father emptied his service revolver into her at.