Marriage seemed to be the best way to protect the world from each other.”“Surely you have pictures.”“I do,” I said. I have a phone full of p...ctures of Mimi. She objects every time I snap one. I keep ‘em all. I bluetoothed my iPhone to my computer and started scrolling through them.“She’s pretty,” Belinda said.I grinned, first because Belinda had the same assessment of my Mimi that I held, and second, “Told you she’d have to be as spectacular as you.”“There you go again,” she smiled. That was. Then she kept trying to search for bargains. After a while, Arlene and Ann had a talk with her. I think she's still leery about spending money on herself or her sisters, but she certainly had a good time picking out those gifts. Christmas should really be a wonderful experience for her — all three of them, for that matter. They've never had the experience of giving, for they had nothing to give. Other than their love for each other," she added quietly, her voice almost choking up.They stood. I played the unwilling victim for as long as I could, but thin I had to act as though it was the best dick I have ever had. I cried more daddy, give me more of you big white cock, I love it daddy, I love you for fucking me with it. This fucking loser was a minute man. He had been fucking me for maybe five minutes before he was grunting and then started cumming in my ass, and it wasn't even a big load. He leaned on my back panting like he had been fucking me for an hour. I pushed back forcing. His fingers tensed in my hair and his hips arched into me, telling me that right there – or deeper – was exactly where he wanted to be. I didn’t know how to make him cum, but I figured that he was a guy after all, can’t they cum whenever they damned well please? Hopefully all I really needed to do was pleasure him and let him know when I was ready; if he wanted synchronised orgasms then I would trust him to organise it himself. Moaning softly but urgently to let him know that Belinda was.