“Crawl!” I snarled, such anger roaring through me. “You're a dog! A bitch!” My husband crawled across the floor, his head hung. It was a pathetic shuffle. I shivered, feeling so powerful. He reached the corner in moments, turning around to watch. I smiled, gripping my fake cock. It thrust before me, far bigger than my husband's dick. “Anahit, you are going to love this,” I commanded. “A good daughter always loves her mother's dildo fucking her.” My thoughts prickled. “I will, Mother,” she said, a smile spreading across her lips. Her small breast quivered. Her dark Hairy eyes stared at the dick that would deflower her. She licked her lips, her fingers playing with my dark-brown nipples. I advanced on her, the dildo bouncing before me. It was hard and flexible. I would fuck it into her and make her into explode. I would give her such pleasure. My daughter smiled at me, her eyes burning, her body flushed. Her brother watched, too, kneeling there, his hands on his knees, his cock thrusting hard before him. He was a little bigger than his father. My pussy clenched. I loved having my son's young cock in me. He would have turned into a monster like his father. The dog had been training Edvard, but I rescued him. Now he was my cock-slave. “Did your brother give you a great orgasm?” I asked Anahit as I moved up to the table, her thighs japanese open wide. Her shaved snatch gleamed with her juices. Like other Muslim women, we shaved our pussies for hygiene reasons. But it did look so sexy, so girlish and tight, her lips barely parted to show off her virgin flesh. “Yes, Mother,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “He did a great job. An amazing job.” “Good,” I said, pressing my dildo against her virgin flesh. My daughter shuddered. She whimpered and leaned back on her hands. I could feel the warmth in my “Probably.” I nodded, “And I would’ve put Ofan in the history books, so I guess you were right.” After a couple songs, he takes her into the back hall near the broken pay Hairy phone. It was his turn to feel all powerful. Do you live on THIS street? I chuckled, gave her a one armed hug and we all were sleeping in no time at all. Steady, firm but not controlling. Her groaning isn’t right in my ear and also in the sky, the way it is when a conquest is shown. Liquid poured out of her cunt and she thrashed around violently. Go ahead," she said, watching me stand up. April 17th, 2047 Her skin was pale white, almost to the point of glowing. Phil raped May. No he didn’t, she was lying. The White One paused for a moment, eying Tryi’s abdomen with some suspicion, though she remained silent, instead bowing her head respectfully towards Lysera as her once white robe, now stained with the human's blood and the red sands of this planet, flapped loosely in the breeze against her slender and unmuscled form. I’ll ride my daddy’s cock while he japanese plays with my breasts and drinks my breastmilk. You there?” “They are, I promise.” He knows now I’m awake and that I’m pretending. The truth was, pretending felt safer than considering the implications of Sally's suggestive hints. The thrill was gone. After five years, I applied for a stateside position and got it. I’m afraid the CFO will call again. “So did you go out and try to find one?” Adelia asked.