Strangely she didn’t react.This further encouraged me and I behaved in a similar way during dinner also. But she had other things in her mind for me... After the guests left, she came to me and gave me a hard smashing blow on the face. The impact was so severe that I had to grasp the door to prevent myself from falling down. I gathered courage and spoke, “what happened? Why are you so angry?”. Then came the second blow on the other side of face. Very soon the third and fourth followed. I was so. ”—Pippa DaCosta, TrappedWHEN I GOT HOME Sunday afternoon, Beca’d been in the kitchen making a casserole for dinner. Mom was standing beside her giving her instructions. I just stood there for a while watching them. It was sweet. Pey came to take my hand and whisper, “Mom’s teaching my other big sister how to cook.”“I’ve been learning from everyone this summer,” Beca said. “One of the things I learned is that when the man of the house enters the kitchen, he’s supposed to encourage the woman by. She’s avid, and quite expert, diving on my standard-size cock and gobbling it down like a cormorant, but then laying back and using her tongue in an educated fashion, treating it more like an all-day sucker than chewing it a Snickers bar. It swiftly ceases to be standard-size, throbs like a jackhammer and tries to burst out of its skin. Very nice, and I almost come there and then, looking down at my cock pushing into her face, eyes shut, face shiny with sweat and pink with effort and lust, lips. Before he cum .when he did it was not very much at all really he never made me orgasm and his cock was maybe 5 inches at the most when he was hard .sometimes I used to think he didn’t want to have me at all. And sometimes I would go into the shower and finish myself off because I was so horny . Sometimes I used to think I wanted to scream and shout at your uncle Vic because he would never lick my pussy never let me suck his cock and when he did finger me he never made me cum and I would be so.