Harrison “Harry” Young – September 2018 It was nearly midnight as I headed down the hallway to my bedroom. It was so lonely in there. I held the tumbler of whiskey in my hand, the glass rattling. I dreaded going into my room. Another night of sleeping without Rachel beside me. Two years, and her ghost still haunted me. It was stuffy in the house. The AC had broken just in time for the heat to linger into early October. I took a sip of my whiskey, the burning liquor almost soothing as it poured down my throat to my stomach. Hardcore I carefully opened my daughter's door to check in on her like I always did. I turned it slowly, my dick tenting my pajama bottoms. I blonde tried to pretend I was just movie making sure she was safe, but since she turned eighteen, I was noticing how much Michelle resembled her mother. The same blue eyes, the same delicate smile. I knew this was wrong, I did, but with those rumors floating around the college where I coached soccer and taught PE at, I couldn't get them out of my head. Did Clint Elliston really fuck his sisters? He was open about screwing his cousins, but did he also enjoy that delicious Alicia, his little sister? She was as precocious as my own daughter. Had he fucked his older sister, Zoey? She'd played on my girl's soccer team blowjob two years ago. Or what about his aunt, my colleague Vicky Samuels who taught history? Had he amateur taken his own mother to bed? Incest... The college campus buzzed with rumors about it. How could I not think of Michelle in that way no matter how wrong it was? My heart beat in my chest as I pressed the door open. The hallway light fell on her as she slept on her belly, her windows open. The breeze rustled her curtains. “I thought Todd was at school this blonde weekend.” Laura could feel her ass bruising under his hands. David is putting your baby inside of you right now. As his nibbles moved to my neck, his thrust became slow and controlled, pushing himself deep into me, focusing on his cock being gripped by my tight entrance. (For those of you that haven’t read my Journal, or the story of ‘Debbie’s Pussy Power’, I should tell you that at an movie early age Debbie discovered that she could get men to give her just about anything that she wanted just by flashing her pussy at them. She gasped loudly as her tortured ass hit the stage floor. I was just about to yell blowjob for help when into the room came a naked man with what looked like a black box in his Hardcore hands. I finished cleaning up the kitchen before coming back to wash the bedsheets. What I wasn’t expecting him to do was hand amateur them out at work. Especially as I saw way to make this situation even more beneficial to our ultimate agenda.