Madeline was fucking and punching Hank. This is insane, he thought and tried to stop Becky, but the hot, slick inner flesh encased the tip of his dick. “Dee, um, you better stop or—”
“Shh.” She pressed that finger to his lips. “Hmm, you might be right,” he said. Becky had been gentle when she woke Mary and helped her sit up. There weren’t any strings attached. The girl’s eighty-five-pound body wasn’t prepared to receive all of his giant log of cock in one thrust. The girl’s ass felt too much like Candy’s, and that made him feel things that weren’t okay toward his sister, let alone a daughter. Their mother’s folded right arm was tucked in front of her on the couch. Cindy is his idol and Candy—”
“Is his lover,” Rebecca finished. And what about Candy? The truth was, the two stereotypical mall employees behind the counter continued looking at their phones. The previous night, a thought had come to her.
