?Try to get out of that,? she purred as she rubbed her hands down her dress and back up her legs and under her dress.She saw that she was trembling an... very turned on. Only yesterday she had been afraid to talk to this great guy, now he was her prisoner and she could do anything she liked to him. Tom watched as she blew him a kiss and walked out of the front door with nothing on under her short dress. She closed the door and Tom heard her lock it behind her. He had no idea where she was going. He tells me to slip my shoes back on and pulls the leash and leads me to the door. We go outside and i am wondering what He is going to do, and where are W/we going with me nude on a leash, but i don't dare ask. You trust Him, so i trust Him. W/we go through the yard to the woods and there is a bit of a road leading into the woods, overgrown but passable. He holds the leash, and W/we walk, and He starts talking to me, asking questions about myself. i think He probably wants me to become. I pulled my boxers off and we tumbled onto my bed. I kissed her as my hand explored her tits that were large and her nipples hardened to my touch. Our breathing came in gasps as we kissed like two long lost lovers instead of brother and sister sharing an erotic moment for the first time. My hands went to her hairy pussy and I had no trouble finding her slit that was wet and ready for me.I crawled over her and spread her legs with my knees and penetrated her in a single thrust. She moaned and. It was then he started saying to Ma, "I'll grow it and you cook it, Darlin'."I was about ten or eleven years old when Ma's widowed sister, Aunt Maude, got married for the second time. Uncle Harold, her first husband turned out to be a drunk. Over the course of ten years of their marriage he simply drank himself to death, one quart of corn whiskey at a timeAunt Maude, after burying him with few tears, said, "Once is enough for any woman to suffer through a marriage. She went on about her life as.