I had my arm around her and was gently caressing her right nipple. There was nothing sexual about it on either of our parts, just gentle loving. {You ...now the reason I'm pushing so hard on the new house, don't you?} she asked me.{I figure it has something to do with what you have in here, } I said as I gently rubbed her lower abdomen.{Got it in one, } she giggled. {I've made myself the real estate expert around here, and I want the house finished before I start blimping up.}{You're going to be. His third finger went in, I clenched and tried to stop it. He pushed harder, it went in. I yelped, the pain was there now. So was the sobriety.He worked his fingers in and out of me. I resisted as best as I could, it didn't work. I tried to relax and take it, like every story I had ever read. "Relax, it'll feel so much better." Every word I had ever read about getting fucked was a lie."You should try to relax." It was like he was reading my mind.I felt him lining up his cock to my asshole. Felt. Him fucking me made the naughty squishy sounds I hear in videos. The pain was so bad that it felt as if my spirit was leaving my body, ascending the earth, as I open my teary eyes once again, seeing Liam once again. He was still grinning at me with his sly smerk as he continued to hammer into me, his cock harder than ever before, stretching and ripping my little ** year old sweetness to the utmost. - -Liam was still weighted into me, like a great anchor dropping to the bottom of the sea, as his. It was quite cold and enjoyable atmosphere. We had one storied house at native place. However, my grandmother used to sleep at ground floor in a particular room, in which she had her first night after marriage with my late grandfather. Myself and my cousin Amar slept on the first floor. The main reason behind it was that we had some liquor with us and we want to enjoy it and that’s why we prefer to sleep on the first floor so that grandmother would not know. We had our dinner and went upstairs..