He turned his gaze squarely on Miranda. “Answer me! How many climaxes have you ever had in a row?” “I... I don't think I've EVER had an orgasm, sir,” she admitted. “I heard some of my room-mates have some, and they sounded like it was a toe-curling, fingers clenched and teeth gritted pleasure that was making them scream from the sex their boyfriends were giving them, but I don't I've ever experienced anything like that myself.” He chuckled. “You're jealous because you want some of that, too, neh?” He chuckled again, looking at Wendy. “You want some as well, don't you?” He laughed out loud at the look on Miranda's face. “You're not allowed to be jealous, bitch!” he snarled, then looked at Wendy. “You either! Especially of each other, or I'll never fuck either one of you again, and good luck finding anyone who can make big you come like I can!” “What do you mean?” Wendy said, at the same time as her mother. In unison. They looked at each other, both of them surprised; then they both looked at him together. “I mean this,” he said, dropping to one knee. He reached down with both hands and grabbed each of their bare pussies. His thumbs found their clits as his middle two fingers caressed between their labia, but penetrating neither. Both of them asian started to rise in surprise, but his strength held them in place without hurting, and before japan long his talented digits were having an effect. They both felt it, and he could see it in their eyes. He looked deeply into Miranda's eyes, his thumb rubbing gently over her clit, making her waves of pleasure rise and fall with her breathing as he let go of Wendy. “I want you to love me, Miranda. I want you to love me, and I'll give you THIS whenever you want.” His fingers went Hardcore inside threesome her and found her G-spot, stroking it in time with her pleasure, bringing her to higher heights than she ever knew possible. Wendy watched as her mother screamed in pleasure until she passed out, which he finally allowed, and her curiosity was plainly written on her face when he looked at her. He nodded to her unasked question and smiled, then looked back at Miranda, who was just coming around. She opened her eyes and found herself looking up into a man's smiling eyes. For a long moment, she didn't know who he was, but his eyes were kind and smiling, so she felt safe in his arms as she lay there. Then her memory came back, of who she was, and who HE was, and she was laying on the floor in his arms. Vicky is really getting japan into this exhibitionism as much as me now. “It was for now, but asian the night is still young. Amelia continued teasing her father's cock with her feet for another minute, making sure it was nice and hard, then stopped. A part of me wanted nothing more than to roll around on the mat with another sweaty girl and I wasn’t entirely convinced that this was just the adrenaline talking. He split for spring break?" I just thought if it was threesome still there you could, ah,” she hesitated and blushed, “you could save what we do in your computer.” In my earlier teenage years, I remember thinking kissing your parents was weird and never did it, particularly with such a poker-faced guy as Dad. “It’s clear though? It was big okay Hardcore to kiss her but to talk dirty and to be aroused was appalling. I recalled Richard telling me that most of us became awakened only after the onset of manhood, some, like myself, much later.