She damned near drove Uncle Mitch to suicide twice. The only reason he's still alive today is Cinnamon. He so refused to leave her in Aunt Bitch's car... because she hated Cinnamon, and I'm not exaggerating at all. She blamed Cuz for everything that was wrong in her life. The woman so hated her own daughter."How could anyone hate their own daughter? Especially a bright, talented girl like Cinnamon?She took a deep breath and continued. "And the only reason he is sane today is Cinnamon. You have no. "Long story short - we had our way with ourselves, and each other. The more we talked, the more we did. I spoke of long strokes and short strokes. She spoke of having removed her sweater and bra, and touching her tits. I spoke of feeling the urge to cum, but letting it subside. She spoke of rubbing her pussy outside her slacks. I asked her to slip her fingers in her cunt. She asked me to wet a finger and slip it in my ass.This was all very surreal, since she was so young. Of course, I was not. They wanted to step out to the terrace in the nude and catch the last minutes of sunlight, with the hopes of getting a good tan without bikini lines.“It was a good idea not to bring the boys,” Veronica said, “otherwise we wouldn’t be butt naked out here… we will get a fantastic tan”.After a while, the sun began to disappear in the horizon and it got a bit chilly, so the girls decided to step inside and drink some wine beside the chimney. They were sitting in the wide living room, wearing just a. When Amy and I returned from Daytona we went back to work. For the first time I had a partner I could trust with my life. It wasn't something I was used to, but then again having a sexy woman who loved me as much as I lived her was new to me as well. Amy was actually getting fitter than when we met working out every day, she still could work any strip club she wanted but she could now kick most of the bouncers asses too. She wasn't a fragile flower but definitely was all woman and wasn't afraid.