Uncle J still didn’t release the flap of my skirt, holding it high so that he could peer at my rubber duck panties and petite thighs. ‘Wait a minu...e,’ he said playfully. ‘Something is wrong here.’ I had no idea what he wanted next, but it was tortuous to learn that he was not done toying with me. ‘Something is missing,’ he continued while holding my skirt up. ‘Ah yes! I know what it is!’ Emboldened, he took his free hand and ran its fingers below the waistband of my panties, yanking them down. "Ahhhhhh," I moaned, starting to breathe erratically again. As I approached another climax, I heard him command, "Stop!" I moaned louder this time, but not for pleasure...for agony! "Please.... let me cum, Sir. I am so close!" I begged. "You don't know how to beg very well, do you? But you will learn, I can assure you. No, you cannot cum yet. Take it out and get another toy to play with, now." He leaned back and rested his head in his hands, enjoying my agonized expression.I struggled. There were no windows so one couldn't even make up silly road games to pass the time. His social life had collapsed down to seeing the same three people all day long.Carl said, "Besides, we have to celebrate our engagement. I proposed to Jennifer and she accepted." Again?" Samantha asked dryly.It seemed to her that they had the same conversations a hundred times. In a way, it was pretty pathetic that they couldn't' come up with much to talk about that hadn't already been talked to death.Giving. She knew what was coming and giggled like a teenager.First, I reached under to her twat and found she was already coming. That was my MILF. I took a handful of the pussy juice and wiped and crammed it on and into her ass hole. Her hole was pulsating in anticipation. Then I placed my cock under her and rubbed it on her cunt for even more lube. Now was the time. I slowly eased just the cock head into her ass. Then I stopped, teasing her. She moaned in anticipation and started begging.It's good to.