He left me on my knees, his semen flowing down my chin, my ass raw and my pussy throbbing. “Fuck that was as good as ever. I think if anything that ...ss is tighter than I remember. I guess it does not get much use these days.”“Fuck you.” “You love it and you know you do,” He smiled.I was breathless and drunk with lust. I put my tits away and wiped my mouth and pussy with a handkerchief. I went back to the party and John found me shortly thereafter. I couldn’t look at him. “You ready to go?” John. “If you were my little girl, I’d be the one making the rules. And you might think my rules were far stricter -- were far harder on you. Ask Tante Kathleen. Once, she was my little girl and she thought my rules were very hard on her. And she didn’t eat half the pickles you do, not one tenth.”“No?” Maman, however many rules she made, said no when she meant no. Memere was a little like Papa. Sometimes Papa spoke a long time, and it meant no.“No, she didn’t. And ask Papa. Little boys need rules,. Will I again sheath myself in your wet swollen pussy, or will I force my cock into the narrow aperture of your anus? I knee walk behind you, and you relax as you feel the head of my cock once again nestling against your pussy lips. You continue to look at me over your shoulder, and I gaze upon your face with excitement and love. You are so beautiful. I long to spend deep inside you. With my hands on your hips I push forward slowly but forcefully. Your pussy receives my cock yet again, and it. "Don't worry about. You were only nine whenwe moved away. I'm Mrs. Kenning. You know, from next door."Suddenly it all clicked in my head. "Oh yeah. You used to always bringice cream home for Adam and me when you got home from work." That's me," Mrs. Kenning confirmed, smiling brightly. "Though, eversince the divorce it's been Ms. Hershell." Oh, you and Mr. Kenning split up? Sorry to hear that," I sympathized.Ms. Hershell once again waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry aboutit. I'm.