Babs continued to play with her sister's tits while she also played with her own pussy. She ran her free hand all over Madge's tits, stroking, fondlin...g, squeezing, pinching. At the same time, she ran her fingers across her clit, feeling the stiff nub throbbing hard against her pleasure-filled touch."God! God! I love it!" Madge gasped, referring both to her sister's tit-fondling hand and Jake's fat prick.Babs twisted her sister's nipples, one at a time, making her sister gasp with pain and. The first time she'd thought I was joking and I had to hit her a bunch of times. She didn't turn me in though. I'd already told her what happened to squealing little piggies named Polly."They get butchered," I'd whispered in her ear. It was dark that night. All the lights were out and I'd jumped on her stomach, slapping her face. She was 15 then, the same as me, and a total coward. It was hard to respect her anyway, but when she didn't fight back I almost lost it."Suck my pussy," I'd told. From that moment onwards I saw most of the men staring at my stomach. I felt uncomfortable. I went inside the bathroom. There was no mirror but I pulled up my skirt a bit to hide the stomach. The I pulled down my top as much as I could without showing any cleavage. I came back and sat down. After sitting I realized my skirt is well above my knees exposing almost complete waxed white legs. But again I was enjoying the attention and knowing I can’t do anything I just sat still..Once again I had. We've never even kissed. Ever. I came here specifically for one thing: ass-to-mouth.Even in tight quarters, I maintained my aggression and impatience, bending Mrs. Palomini over the backseat as I squatted behind her. I rushed to unbuckle my belt and pull down my trousers, my already stiff and ready rod slinging out of my pants like a spring loaded catapult.Again, no foreplay, no warm-up, no coercion. I took my bulging erection and shoved its thick head directly into Mrs. Palomini's tight.