“Bobby,” I whispered, “Hurt me.”He looked at me with doubt then squeezed a little harder. “Mm, harder, Bobby,” I moaned. Shaking his head,... he smiled. His grip tightened. The pain was so good. My back arched further and my fingers pressed deep into my soaking pussy. My body trembled from the agony and the bliss. I closed my eyes and just gave myself to the feelings. Bobby was getting bolder and more into the moment. He pulled at my nipples with his thumbs and fingers, twisting them.I searched. His arms would be around her and rub her belly, sometimes up to her little breasts over her pajamas. He would kiss her neck and cheek and tell her she was pretty. If mom came in, he would start tickling her and making her laugh and giggle. But once mom was gone, especially when she was at work, he would have her on his lap. He would bounce her on his leg, up and down, like a pony ride. Sometimes it had made her feel tingly. He would touch her belly under her nightshirt. Another time he would. Then I took a hand and rubbed the spunk into her face and mouth. "Lick the come from my hand slut! Lick it clean. Shit, you need a shower little whore. Get your ass in the bathroom now!" I raised her up with my hands, kissed her on the lips, tasting my own come, and walked her into the bathroom. I was going to get her in the shower and join her. This night was not over by a long shot. It was just starting. Placing her in the shower, I turned it on and tested to make sure it was just right. She. I picked my head up and arched my back. I reached back and put my hand on Tyrell's neck. As I did I turned my head to look into his eyes. We locked eyes, I could see his intensity and he saw I was all his. He fucked me harder. I was turning back when I saw a figure in the doorway. I did a double take. It was Katy! She stood there mouth agape, eyes wide, in totally shock and disbelief. I tried to stop and get up, but Tyrell held me down and his friend wrapped his arms around me. "Not until I.