My family used to make him sing the National Anthem and then fall about with laughter. I play the piano reasonably well, nothing like Libby of course,... and I used to sing a bit. As a girl I often used to accompany my mother who had a sweet soprano and did quite a number of concerts. Unfortunately, she contracted some throat disease which all but destroyed her voice. She took it very stoically but it nearly broke my father's heart. Sometimes, when she thought no one was about, she'd sit down at. Bruno was pleading for him to stop but the only response from Franko was "In time, you'll learn to love me." Franko then kissed her on the lips and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Bruno was gagging, he had never felt so helpless, his own father was raping him, and Franko did not realise the woman he was raping was his own son. Then Bruno's worst nightmare was realised when Franko pulled her skirt up and then pulled her panties down. Bruno pleaded "God NO!.....don't do this....Nooooooo!". I startedcumming and I didn?t ever stop. My body was a beyond my control, Icouldn?t comprehend what I was doing, what was happening - all I knewwas one screaming climax after another. I was fucking and being fuckedand cumming like the hyper-orgasmic bitch whole that I had become. Songafter song, man after man, cock after cock, all strung together in ablur through one eternal orgasm. One primal cry.I panted, struggling for breath. The cheers filled in the ringing of myears as time started up. ’ ~ She walked through to the kitchen, buttoning up the shirt. The light poured in through the windows suggesting it was quite late in the morning. They had both slept long and well. In the kitchen, she took a glass off the shelf and filled it with water. She sipped slowly, contemplating breakfast. He ambled in, wearing a pair of tight stretchy boxer shorts. She overtly ran her eyes up and down. ‘Hello,’ she purred. He sat at the kitchen table. ‘My stomach heard a rumour there was food in the.