She was wearing her "dirty-blond" hair up in pigtails, that night. God, she looked so cute! Just like she had at the age of 7, when she moved in next ...oor to me and had come over to introduce herself. (Since that first day, she's always confided in me about everything.)"Uncle Chris! How are you?" She always called me "Uncle," which shows you how close we were.I smiled, but didn't say a word. She was wearing really short shorts and I could've sworn I saw her pussy lips poking out through the. As they were eating, Anne Marie asked, ‘Well, what about it girl? Want to go to the party?’ Carolyn, smiled softly and replied, ‘I don’t think so. I’m just going to spend my last night here seeing some of the sights around the city.’ Ann Marie looked at her in astonishment. ‘You’re kidding? You’ve got this great opportunity to spend some time with the type of guy that most women would kill to get next to and you’re going sightseeing? Good Lord why? You’re all alone in one of the most romantic. You must be Zach, he said. He wasnt smiling, but his face and voice had a pleasant something to them. He probably never smiles. Nice to meet you sir,I replied and I extended my hand. Mr. Paris is fine. Nice to meet you too, Zach, he greeted me as he shook my hand. Everyones out back. You can head straight through the house and out the sliding door in the back. Mr. Paris stepped back and gestured towards the back of the house. It was a straight shot right to the door the back yard. I could see. He jammed himself deep into my throat forcing me to gag uncontrollably. He held my head on him until I puked into the toilet. He let me wipe my face before going hard back into my mouth. I was ordered to open as wide as I could. My jaw ached as I fought not to bite down.The drool from my open mouth splattered over my legs and floor. I was sweating hard as he forced me violently down on him. Streams of tears flowed out of my eyes. I barely managed to catch air, taking short quick inhales.