So this text was from someone from a while ago. And I knew it wasn’t someone who annoyed me too much, as they bug me by text far to frequently for m... not to have stored their numbers. So I was fairly over the moon. And to be honest, not too keen on finding out who it was from, as I like a bit of magic….(only a very, very small bit). So bouncing around the house, my sister’s and I set about making the house tidy for my grandparents. I knew I was in for a bit of stick from my grandad, as I. You wanted me from the moment you saw me, as you yourself admitted, and have been waiting for an opportunity ever since to fuck me. Had I not submitted willingly, you would have entered me by force, and would have made me to submit to you. You are an unscrupulous, immoral, and i****tuous stud.Me? You are calling me i****tuous, Amma? I asked.The first time you saw me in my house, when you came to attend my son’s wedding, you looked at me as if you own me, despite the presence of so many people. "Leave before my... , my husband comes back," she cried."We both watched your boyfriend drive away you lying bitch. He ain't coming back til tomorrow is he?"He pulled her into the bedroom by her hair and she screamed. "Ouch, you're hurting me." She put her hands on his to try to lessen the pain, but then he threw her on the bed. She didn't have time to react before she felt his crushing weight on top of her. The metal zipper on his jacket was poking her and it hurt too.She screamed and he put. . . . The sensation, and the knowledge, that I had a penis in my mouth – I’m sucking dick! Giving a blow job! – thrilled me in ways I had never anticipated. The moistness in my panties became a river of my own sweet nectar as I worked on his shaft. There came that slow tingling rise of what I had always thought of as ‘buzzing,’ since I always felt a long, static sensation whenever I came. And I wasn’t even touching myself! I felt every little pulse and jerk and throb of Miguel’s erection, loved.