And sure?" Still playing my innocent card, though he is about to find out I'm far from innocent. He lets go of my waist and slaps my ass, "Run into th... woods... I'll catch ya." Thinking to myself that that is a weird way to start foreplay, I do it anyways, but stand there a moment longer to see what he does. "Go! I said!"Just what I was looking for. He wants to show his dominance, by making me prey. All that was fine and dandy with me. So I start with a light jog, until I hear him coming up. Ron had thought Jenny had been aggressive yesterday, but today was something far beyond that. He had barely gotten that thought in his head before he felt a warm hand take ahold of his already hard cock, immediately beginning to pump it slowly.Yesterday all their activities had taken place in the girl’s bedroom, but today they were barely inside the front door. He was a bit uneasy because anyone could walk in on them.“Are you sure your sister isn’t coming back?”“Don’t worry, we’re alone, “ came. "I can't" he kept saying. But I knew how to make him. I pinched the rim of his asshole and the base of his balls while I buried my nose in his fur as the tip of him pulsated on my tonsils. He came, sure as I knew he would, and I let his cum slide right down my throat as I choked it all down smoothly. I never tasted a drop, just the sweet tang of his cologne and 12 hours of all day confinement. He told me, before he left, that he'd met someone else and was moving to the Midwest. We were always. Ulysses Charles made a lot of money at a time when there was a lot of money to be made. When labor was cheap and before federal income taxes accessed penalties on its citizens, no expense was spare with the construction of this sweet Victorian mansion. Directly across from the Boston Common and only a block away from the Public Garden, the golden dome of the State House shone down the hill upon this stately home. Yet, this story isn’t about Ulysses Charles, it’s about his granddaughter, Ruth.