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Becky held out her hand and her father took it in his. John sat back spent. I stopped on my knees between Mom's legs and surveyed the scene. Becky stopped walking and hid her face against a tree while she cried. I bit down on my lip and tried to remain calm as I stared in fright. Mother Fucks Son I saw myself actually applauding one scene and telling John that was how fuckmasters did it to a woman's fuck hole. She did not want look at his face while he watched, and was thrilled by, her degradation. "I'll bet your boss loved them didn't he?" "Yea, he thought they were great". Her confusion turned to surprise as Becky felt her father's cock slip into her well fucked ass.and so fucking huge. Mother Fucks Son I must have dreamed a scene where I was with a group of his friends from school. She had been to busy fucking her father and brother the night before to take a bath, and now she didn't have time. Becky was no longer interested in the joyous ass fucking portrayed on the TV screen, she was far more interested in the painful feelings radiating from her own ass as her father pulled his cock out and pushed it back inside her again. I was in a delivery room or someplace. The ache in my abdominal muscles. Mother Fucks Son Karen did as they asked, moving to the center of the bed. |