‘Eleanor - thank you so much. That was one of the most delicious meals I’ve ever had.’ Isabelle’s mother chuckled to herself. ‘Actually,...I can’t cook for shit. Oh!’ She looked guiltily at the wine bottle. ‘Pardon my French. This was all Michael.’ ‘Darius smiled apologetically. ‘My sincerest apologies, Michael.’ ‘You are forgiven.’ He replied in mock seriousness. ‘This has been wonderful,’ he continued, looking at Isabelle, ‘it really has. But I think it’s time to enjoy some. Myself: Hello Anamika, you can call me an uncle for tonight. Uncle is eagerly waiting to pound his hot niece’s pink pussy and spank her ass.Anamika: How did my dear uncle become so horny? (Thinking) let me guess, did I turn you on by wearing tight leggings and revealing the curvature of my ass? Or did I tease you by pressing my perky tits tightly against your chest while embracing you? Or did you take a quick peek of my butt-crack while I was doing yoga wearing short pants?Myself: None of that,. "You're right, Lonnie baby. We'll fuck in your bedroom."The full impact of his evilness hit Lonnie then. He was going to force her to make love on her own marital bed! On the same sheets where she had so often taken the warm and loving embrace of her husband, Roger! Sam Zeigler couldn't possibly find a more despicable way of debauching her, truly crush her slightest mental resistance, but the wretched young wife allowed Zeigler to lead her down the hall to her sacrosanct bedroom, shocked into. But it’s still ... let me tell you, when it’s new in your hands it’s a cold fast rush.I grew up a really straight-laced girl in a fly speck town that was essentially a suburb of a slightly bigger fly speck town. I grew up really happy, but really insulated. Same group of people, same group of kids all growing up together. Same church. Same straight-laced church. Same witheringly regimented, suffocating church. But I didn’t know that then so I was very happy.I knew I was a pretty girl, knew my.