My wife whimpered beside me. Out of the corner of my eye, she slid her doggystyle petite hands up her tight top and groped her tits. She massaged her breasts, squeezing and kneading those lush orbs. Her fingers dug into her bounty, her nipples straining against her blouse. “Such a spankable ass,” my wife moaned, her hips wiggling back and forth. Her amulet sparkled. “Yeah,” I groaned. My daughter bent over more. Her pussy peeked out between her thighs, covered in a soft down of light-brown hair. Her slit tight, virginal. Drops masturbation of her dew covered her hair. Was she excited by this? ...only a slut gets excited by being punished... My daughter folded her panties and set them atop her shorts. Then she bent over the table. She pressed her face down on the wood surface. Her Hardcore brown hair spilled over her cheek. She wiggled her hips back and forth, her juices trickling down her thighs. “I was a bad girl,” my daughter said in that breathy tone of hers. “You have to... to spank me.” “Yes!” my wife moaned. “Spank her, Mitch! Discipline our daughter! Brunette She's been so bad.” I drew back my hand. I couldn't believe I was doing this. This small voice at the back of my mind screamed out in protest. That ass was just delicious. It begged to be spanked. Bad girls had to be disciplined. My mother and little sister... Not even a Hardcore session in the healing tank will fix that masturbation one up. Long story short, the wife and kids moved to a different state. Officer Collins nodded his agreement as I speculated that it may be blood. I'm dressed." Carly groaned in response. I screamed out in wordless rapture. She cooed. Ankles roped with purpose. She was also holding them apart so they wouldn’t block my view. Though he stared at his princess intently, his petite face was full of courage, and his eyes positively shone with a warrior's spirit. Just as she was about to cum, Mike could hold back no longer. After a few minutes she said, “Are you ejaculating?” “Alright, great.” he uttered. He really could care less and was happy to find food waiting for him on the table with Nina running around to make more. Teresa poked her head out of the door. There isn't too much that I wouldn't do for you." I smiled back, saying, “ So you who notice everything, not me, you are amazing Mariana.” I kept kissing and nibbling her neck and hiked up the front of her dress at the same time. My phone chirped again, vibrating against my small breasts, tingling my right nipple. “There we go,” Elsie encouraged, “Perfect for the summer weather.” Wouldn’t you know it they get to the elevator right when the thing arrives, they walk right in, the door shuts and they were on their way up to the Brunette 22nd floor and I missed it by a second? It was part of a new-wave of laws sweeping over America and the rest of the doggystyle world.