Her upbringing was devoid of much emotion. Father constantly subjected Lorelie and her younger sister to rigorous lectures on upholding the Bettancour... name, to not embarrass the family at all costs. As a child and adolescent she always performed as was expected of her. Secretly she desired nothing more than to rebel, to step closer to the edge and peer over before flinging herself into the depths of desire, illicit passions and shocking sex. Lorelie Magdalena Bettancourt of the Pennsylvania. “¡Mierda! ¡Madre de Diosa!”She winked at me as she sucked on my nipple. She loved my nub with her wicked touch. She was so good at it. Incredible. I groaned, tossing my head from side to side as she delivered such pleasure to me. I groaned and whimpered, my thighs rubbing together. Pleasure surged through me, a wicked passion that would have me crying out in bliss.I panted and groaned, writhing on the bed as the pleasure surged through me. I bit my lower lip, groaning and shuddering at the. I don't know what you thought you could learn from that, or what I should have learned about you from your choice to do that, but you had me at a disadvantage. When a woman insults a man's masculinity, there's really no socially acceptable response to that. I can't ignore it and I can't use my superior physical strength to make you regret it. Both of those would diminish me as a man. But I felt that a demonstration of how much worse I could be was called for. That will be the only lesson in. Maybe then you will be careful about what you dare.”Scott looked pensive before he answered, then he said “define trouble”“Grounded, extra chores, yelled at, anything that gets me in trouble”Scott responded “grounded and extra chores yes. Yelled at doesn’t count. Feeling your mom’s butt would be worth getting yelled at.”Brad couldn’t disagree. “I agree”Scott, Jenn and Taylor left first so they could get in place to watch. They all knew that Mrs. Johnson would be in the kitchen fixing breakfast.