They both had jobs, Florence had managed to persuade Margaret to give up her old ways and go to night school. The outcome was not only that she had a ...ood job in a financial institute, but she was also a supervisor, and doing all right at it. They were a strange couple in some ways; Margaret had been born and raised in Canning Town, in those days probably the worst slum in London. Her parents (if they were married) were alcoholic's as were most of her extended family. Most lived on welfare, or. He was grateful that it was still in tack, just knowing that he would be her first gave him a charge that he has never known before. ''Are you ready my sweetheart?'' he asked while he laid light kisses in her hair.''Oh yes daddy, I'm ready for you to love me,'' she said.That was all he needed to hear. It took just one big thrust forward, and he was in, unfolding for him like a beautiful flower. Screams of pain and pleasure echo through the house as my uncle took his sweet Cherry's cherry.Once. Please." I'm not an idiot," said Craig."I know," said Carly. "I'm just horny right now, and a little frustrated. I was having fun when things were going slow, but suddenly I'm impatient to cum." It's a guy thing," said Craig. "Did you ever get to suck on her nipples?" Cher's?" Carly blinked. "We've squeezed them a lot, but why would we want to suck on them? That's what babies do." Try mine," said Craig, who got up on all fours and crawled over to drop one of his new nipples into his old. Smiling, he moved down her body, still keeping control of her legs until he was sure she had her, making sure that the small resisting movements that she was making didn’t cost him his prize. He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, watching it stiffen in her excitement. Deciding to torture her, he continued down, kissing randomly all over her body, going lower with every kiss, and with every kiss her movements against his actions lessened. He stopped when he reached the junction of her.