Her choice of pyjamas, an old nightie, slightly too small for her, just made her an even easier target for his lust. The white fabric clung to her ski... and accentuated her small, immature curves.He began feeling along her toned thighs, tracing his fingers along her smooth porcelain skin. His cock was hard and pressing against his briefs by the time he reached her ass, shifting the fabric of her nightie to expose her. His hands softly groped her small, tight ass, enjoying the feel of her plump. And now he makes you feel like you're weak and stupid, and that all the pain and suffering you've lived through is somehow your fault. Which do you prefer?" Like at first." Then why, if he can't or won't make you feel that way anymore, do you keep giving him second chances?" the voice asked."Because I'm afraid," Marcie said, beginning to sob."But you faced him, Marcie. You beat him tonight. You don't have to be afraid anymore." He was killing me," she protested. "He had his hands around my. Please.I was biting her pussy lips too which gave her some more pleasure.Then I made her to turn around and lie on her back and I started to suck her asshole and kiss it.She was surprised to experience this and she moaned as aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu oooooooooooooooo and after sucking her asshole for a while,she asked me a question “from where did you learn this?” I accidentally said forgetting the affair between me and my granny,I said as “granny taught me this” “She made me to. Let's go look."We made our way ta Cindy's house, an' I looked in the barn. By damn, there wuz a live mule in there. She wasn't happy, either. She had water, but she had run out of feed. The first thing I did wus ta shout fer Cindy ta join me, an' the second thing I did wuz ta feed the mule. I left Cindy ta hitch up the wagon while I went inside ta fetch some provisions an' some blankets an' stuff. I picked up every blanket I could find an' took them ta the wagon. I went back an' got some pots.