His strokes were long, deep but slow to start but soon as she began enjoying the pleasure of getting fucked, the rhythm changed, pace differed and the...range of motion lessened considerably. Now Victoria was also thrusting back for each of his strokes like a robot with no will of her own. Aunty Rose had started to play with Victoria’s aching nipples and also encouraging uncle to fuck Vickie harder, much harder. Now uncle was also ponding her, in and out like a robot as he could feel her orgasms. She's so fucking irresistible. There has been hardly a minute since I entered her apartment this morning that I haven't felt the strong desire to take her in my arms and hold her. But if there really is such a thing as love at first sight; even if, as impossible as it seems, what I'm feeling really is love I don't dare say it out loud. I don't want to scare her away. Normal, well adjusted, sane people don't tell someone they met four hours ago that they love them. That's the sort of behavior. You're using an old blue shirt since your only uniform shirt was torn in pieces while you ran after a criminal you never caught and the department couldn't spare any other pieces for you. This shirt is rather tight and short, reaching only the brim of your blue jeans and hugging your body tightly. Your pants are not the best for your line of activities, since they're just as tight as your top, showing every curve of your legs and round ass, but they're comfortable, and that's good enough for. The possibilities made her pussy tingle. "Stand up," He said, withdrawing His hand from her sodden pussy. She whimpered her disappointment, but stood without a moments hesitation. Standing before Him at attention, she waited for her next instruction. "Turn around." "Remove the blindfold." For an instant she was blinded as the sun poured through the window, then she could see His face. She looked carefully, trying to see His intentions. He knew the answer before He asked, but He thrived on.