Brittany is amusing herself. Frank leaves.

Frank pulled out of the trembling woman, leaving her sprawled barely conscious on the couch. He looked down at her for a moment with satisfaction, seeing his cream oozing out of her battered pussy before turning away.

He smiled as he saw Brittany had enjoyed the show. She lay sprawled naked on another couch, her fingers busy with her pussy, her mouth open and gasping.

He watched for a moment, seeing her quiver and hearing her rising little squeaks of joy as her orgasm built before heading back into the kitchen to retrieve his clothes. He wondered how the teen would react when she calmed down and remembered him railing her mother, and he wondered how Brenda would feel about her daughter watching.

Shrugging and chuckling softly, not really caring either way, Frank pulled his clothes on and headed for the door. He was turning the handle when he became aware of someone behind him. He turned to see Brittany, naked and utterly lovely, standing anxiously, her eyes vulnerable.

"I love you Frank," she whispered. "Please...please let me...be with you again...I love you so much...no matter what you do..."

He felt a sudden uncomfortable surge of affection for the girl, and he impulsively gathered her into his arms and kissed her. Not with the savage lust as previously, but with a degree of tenderness that seemed to shock them both. When he released her she looked into his face, her eyes welling with happy tears.

"I'll call you soon," he growled softly, touching her cheek.

"I love you so much..." she whispered in reply.