She was laughing hysterically now, thrashing violently below me.“No Jake,” she screamed. “Usted me hara pis.”I understood the ‘No Jake’ as...well as the ‘me’ and ‘pis.’ I stopped tickling and she pulled herself from under me and ran to the bathroom. I heard the toilet seat clunk. ‘Damn, got to remember to put that thing down.’A few minutes later she stood in the bathroom door with hands on hips and a stern look on her face. Her hair was disheveled from sleep. All five feet of her standing there. Then I just held it there because I wanted to, I was in full control, she was now my whore. This was nothing, I was going to destroy her pussy! I told her to spread her legs, she spread her legs and pussy too, whatever... I just put my finger inside of it, she kept hers there too, I touched her fingers and her pussy at the same time I touched her beautiful long pussy hairs. Her pussy was so soft and so were her gentle hands, her hairs were rough and furry. I told her to move her hands away and. She had been locking herself into the restroom and masturbating wildly during the whole day.She begged me for some more fun on the weekend. I asked her what to do and she answered whatever I could arrange it would be nice for her….So I set up one of my favorites, a small group gangbang, with at least three black guys.Saturday evening passed and about midnight the doorbell rang. Ana went to answer and came back holding the hand of a nice looking young black man, James was his name. He was the. “Well, there is a bunch of water and coloring in this bottle, but when it was made . . . they process it and a certain portion of it is alcohol and they have to label it that way.”“What makes you . . . like to drink wine coolers, Daddy?”“It helps make me . . . and most adults relax . . . and sometimes get a little WILD let’s say”.“Can we try some Daddy?” asked Kylie, knowing he would say no. Jason was about to say no, but wondered IF they both had some . . . if it would mellow them out for the.