She tried to cry . I slapped her . Tears on her face. She tried to put the bra on . I waited. I wanted to see how she looks in bra . As soon as she di... that she looked at me . I reached her bra and tore it off and laughed . She was holding on to it She squealed . She was not shouting (Surprising) She tried to run. I pushed her down. She put on the panties . I lift her leg and tore the panties in such a way that her ass was exposed.I was fucking without her permission . She bit me and fought me. As Luke’s stream weakened, it continued to lower, finally hitting Brian in the belly just above his blond pubic hair, running down his tiny cock and balls, rolling down his thighs and calves to his bare feet. Laughing at the show, the rest lined up, betting who could hit him in the face, his eyes and mouth, their piss continued to stream down his body. Because of the effort to keep up, and winded from the chase and beating, Brian was gulping down air, trying to feed his starving lungs. With. “What’s so important that you can’t take your own son,” she chided back.“Please, mum, a couple of hours, that’s all.”She pleaded with her body language, her eyes, her posture said it all. Desperation was flowing out of her.“A couple of hours, but you’d better not be late. I want you back here at four, young lady.”“I won’t let you down, I promise. See you later Johnny,” she said, kissing him on the forehead before turning to leave.She made a beeline back to her house.It was twelve thirty-five. He returned the kiss enthusiastically, but looked puzzled when the kiss broke. “What was that for?”“That was for not being Clive - and for bringing me to New Orleans and wanting to spend time with me and just being an all-around pretty awesome guy,” said Emily.Nick smirked. “I think I might need a kiss for each of those things.”Emily was happy to comply, moulding herself against Nick’s chest and kissing him with slow purpose, letting the heat between them build naturally. When Nick cupped her.