Now this angel splashed me in her girl-cum. It tasted so salty good. I moaned like a slut.I had changed so much thanks to my daughter's cock. I had to... have that cock all to myself. So how would this cum change me...Something burned down in my pussy. I grasped and shot my gaze down. Futa-cum dripped off my face and splashed on my boobs. Past those swinging mounds something pale and fleshy thrust from my crotch.A cock.My jaw dropped.Oh, enjoy! the angel cheered in my mind. Please use it to keep. The violence might have been caused by an air bubble that was left in Dad's brain but that didn't make it any easier to live with. He hit Mom once a few months later and I got in the way trying to protect her, terrified that Dad would kill her. Mom was tiny. He hit me in the side of the head and knocked me clean across the lounge room. I couldn't hear for hours nor could I move because I was too dizzy. Aside from beltings, which were Dad's idea of discipline, that was the only time he ever hit. . ohhh... make mommy cum!"Theresa was grunting as her words were lost in the girl's bush and she tried to hunch up to get more digits deeper into her own gash. She was sweating and her face was covered with slime and then she pulled back to concentrate on the little spike that wasn't so little. Carmen was gasping with the effort of finger fucking the frothing, mature cunt. Her fingers were up to the knuckles and her palm felt slimy with Theresa's juices and she knew that with a little effort. I woke up a couple of hours later, I am a very light sleeper and the slightest thing will wake me up. I thought I heard a noise outside but it was just the wind whistling in the trees. I turned my head slightly and I could see Mike’s head buried in the pillow and I could hear and feel him breathing soundly. I could also feel his cock on my ass, it had wedged itself in my crack. I tried to move slowly to un wedge it but when I moved I felt Mike stirring. I must have woken him up. I didn’t want.