Almost reluctantly, he usedthe warm water to change back, then looked at his reflection again inthe mirror. His old face stared back at him. Wiping ...his hands off onthe towel, Chris wasn't aware of the spy who'd been watching everythingfrom the cracked bathroom door. And before he left, Bobby had alreadyhurried down the hall out of sight, confused by what he'd witnessed. Chris had taken the shirt off before dinner, not wanting anyoneto get suspicious of why he kept wearing it or. Abnormal thoughts started forming in my head as I filled her. I never wanted to hear her say no to me again, I only wanted her on her knees, bent over, in my lap, to my side. No matter what I wanted her to have my cock inside of her. I didn’t want anyone else touching her. I was completely possessed by the need to claim her.“Who do you belong to Lydia?!” I started angrily pounding her, losing myself in lust.“I belong to my brother! I’m his to use as he wants! I’m just his slut! And he’s about. She very rarely left the farm house. She had been home schooled for most all of her life till his bitch ex took off. So unless she learned about sex in the few months she'd been at school (which he highly doubted) she would have no idea what he was doing even if she had seen him.He heard her walking into the kitchen behind him. Maybe if he spoke first it would catch her off gaurd before she started asking questions... he decided to try that aproach."What are you doing up baby girl"? he asked.. "Mmm... your cunt's hard, Lucy. Guess it must be that I still turn you on, too!" Oh, yes, Luke! Yes, you do! Oh, darling!"She relaxed her head back against his arm as his hand probed deeper into her cunt. Her hair was already starting to fall out of its neat chignon. Lucy shook the long gray-blonde locks back from her face and groaned. It was so depraved to be letting her husband play with her cunt out here in the garage. But the very depravity of the situation was turning her on. It had been a.