My eyes jumped to the keys, to the car, and to Father’s retreating back, around and round. “Anybody still alive in here?” he called out as he shut the door. As I grunted out my orgasm, Jill stiffened with a cry, reaching her own climax. I let her tit slide through my teeth, biting down on her nipple as I flicked my tongue over the tip. Oh, God, yes!” she almost yelled into Jill’s pussy. “Look,” I said, nodding across the room. With almost no warning Lisa screamed and went ridged. I found a thick owners manual in the glove box and took that with the papers into the house. I had hardly had time to breathe before yesterday evening. I took it slow, using short strokes, just a little deeper each thrust as she worked back against me. How did you do that?”
“A little knowledge and a little guesswork.” I replied
“Huh?”
“I think you are a low level masochist,” I said, “Whips and burns would be too much, minor blunt pain gets you going.”
“Yeah,” she said, “that’s about right. There was a space more than large enough for
