He truly loved the wine she served. She’d found she possibly drank too much of it. On her third glass, he noticed how she started to behave oddly, p...ssibly flirting a little with him. In all honesty, he liked how she flirted with him, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to get into another relationship at this point in his life. However, that wine did a number on him too a little. “I’ll say this again,” he said. “I do like what you have on, Julia.” He had never complimented what she was wearing so. My Mom did a sexy little dance, I didn’t know she could move so well. Apparently, Mom’s taste in lingerie mirrored my own, expensive and slightly naughty, she had on a sheer black bra and a pair of panties that matched — you could see right through them and I was surprised to find out that Mom shaved. Her breasts fell out of the bra, unencumbered, they were beautiful, full, bouncy and I wanted to lick them. She moved towards me on the bed, sat down and lay me on my back, beginning to kiss me. ‘Can I tickle your funny bone, now?’ I said in my most sultry, slutty way, as I began unzipping his slacks. He stared at me with lust in his eyes as I scooted down his body and fished out his stiff, sleek cock, rubbing it all around my cheeks and mouth. ‘No more jokes, then?’ he asked. I licked up and down his rigid pole and kissed the underside of the slippery head, tasting his sticky cream. ‘You can, if you want. Just no dumb blonde jokes.’ Milton chuckled. ‘Well, there goes my repertoire . .. He then moves his hand between us, stopping at my nubs, and squeezing them painfully. He then proceeds to move his hand down between our legs and touches his boy part. He moves it up toward my girl part, and pushes it against me. I try and squeeze my girl part together, but he slaps me again. This time he manages to push himself half way into me. The pain is terrifying, it feels like I am being ripped in two. I try to squirm away form him, but he is no match for my 9 year old body. He then.