I took her little nipples and pinched both of them hard, again she yelled. I told to shut up or else. I then placed my mouth over her right breast and...bite hard on the nipple. She did not yell out, but did make a hurting noise deep in her chest. That drove my desire even more. I wanted to hurt this little bitch.With that I thrust my hand between her legs and shove two fingers into her soaking wet cunt. She grunted as my fingers explored her inside. Her cunt was slick with my recently deposited. I can personally attest that, other than my wife, he is probably right!I discovered early on in our relationship that my future wife was a blatant exhibitionist. She had started going bra-less back in the early seventies when it was considered an expression of 'Women's Rights' for them to burn their bras, a symbolic gesture, freeing them from the shackles placed upon them by society in general, and more specifically - MEN! But she didn't quit wearing a bra as a 'Women's Rights' statement! She. I was, as normal, on the computer in the living room playing around online, doing social media stuff, reading news, and just hanging out.All the while I kept glancing at Shannon to see if she'd acknowledge anything the previous weekend or if she'd just blow me off. I just blew it off, figuring all she was doing was teasing me, getting herself off, and I called it good.The previous weekend I'd actually walked upstairs after Shannon and Karson had gone to bed. Karson was in her room and Shannon. "Ella couldn't quite remember what was discussed but said just as firmly, "Good idea. I still say it was your fault, young lady."Becky decided not to argue with her granny now but to get her away from the others. She looked at Janet but could see that whilst she wasn't as inebriated as her granny was she still wasn't all there and so asked her granddaughter, Lily, "Can we go upstairs and sort this out please, Lily?"Lily was seventeen-years-old and in Becky’s class at College. She understood and.