He turned the dial to start the liquid into Deb's husband’s ass, as he shouted, "Let-The-Race-Begin!" Deb watched her husband’s hips jerk as his ass filled with the liquid being pumped into it. Without hesitation her husband jabbed his cock forward into his daughter's face. The little girl closed her lips and screamed, onto her fathers invading cock. She could see her daughter questioning eyes open wide as her fathers rapidly inflating cock filled the small girl's mouth. Deb watched as her husbands hips began to move forward and back into his daughter's mouth. "Shit, he's fucking our daughter mouth," she thought. "He's not even trying to resist!" The realization of this and her son's hot breath on her shaved pussy lips caused her head to slowly lower to her chest. She closed her eyes and bounced her head on her chest forcing her son's open mouth against her steaming cunt. She opened her eyes to see her daughter face being furiously fucked by her fathers cock. The continued moaning from behind her husbands ball gag were increasing and in time now with his shoving hips. The 12 year old Anna was having trouble with her breathing. Occasionally she was coughing around her father's cock. Deb watched the jack hammering of her husbands cock into their youngest daughter's face and moaned as she lowered her head again. The drug inside her, combined with the lurid scene in the next room, and of course the feeling of her son's lips on her naked cunt, was too much for her. She didn't care about the race. Her only concern was getting her son's lips around her clit and getting his tongue as far as possible inside her cunt as she could. As she lowered her head and pulled on the ring, the strap suddenly snapped. She looked to the side and saw her brother Jeff smiling with a small pen knife in his Hardcore hand. Still holding the plastic ring in her mouth Deb groaned furiously at her brother and shook her head up and down. Jeff walked to her side leaned toward her ear. "Since time is critical, and I don't have another strap, I'm going to untie your right arm and hand, and strap it to the top of the hood between you legs. You owe me big for this favor Sis." There was little resistance in Deb's eyes as Jeff unhooked her arm and tied her wrist to the top of her son's leather hood. Jeff then reached down and undid the two straps that held her son's head to his mother's pussy. Her son instantly pulled back a few inches but stopped when it reached the length of his mothers arm. Deb's fingers spread over the top and dug into the back of her son's hood. Slowly but amateur forcefully Deb guided her son's mouth to her juicy cunt. Because her hips were restrained by the chair, Deb compensated by grinding her son's head back and forth into her inflamed cunt. As she watch the lurid scene in the next room she continued to press indian her son's face into her cunt in rhythm with her daughter face fucking. Deb hardly noticed that her brother Jeff was standing beside her and her son. Without warning Jeff reached to the side of Bobby's hood, unsnapped the leather blindfold on each side, and pealed it away from the velcro that held it tightly in place. Bobby eyes blinked open and then flew wide. She can see the cage is right next to a bed and she can hear the sounds of multiple people sleeping together. I loved watching as my Katie physically spread Kristen's legs apart. Sure, I'll accept, with the pay I'm sure I won't be washing dishes." Dawn opened the door but couldn't look the boy in front of her in the eyes. The difference was he was happy to pull the ladder up behind him. She sees the guest check rapidly growing. it is tickling me" she shouted and tried to resist the force but I held her tight. Right now, it’s just sex but there could be more. It frightened me. I remember how time stopped earlier. Her legs trembled as she shuddered intensely. “And my special ladies,” she indian said addressing Susan and Allison. Where is Alk-” I never finished that sentence. Some guys were rubbing themselves through their clothing, with the more adventurous ones going so Hardcore far as to take out their dicks. They would sometimes get into tickling bouts on the den sofa like two young teenagers. As we said our goodbyes, I said to Abigail, “I’m sure we’ll run into each other amateur again.” He had been so turned on that he had to have a cold shower to calm down when he got home and that was about 6 weeks ago.