His growing erection was straining against his briefs, aching to be free. "Are you a naughty girl or a good girl?" "I try to be good," she said with ... frown wrinkling her forehead. "I always try to be nice to people and help them, but mommy only seems to see me being bad." Mike lifted himself up to relieve the pressure inside his shorts. He also tugged on the fabric to loosen the pressure he felt. When he sat, his penis was clearly outlined against one leg of the shorts. He could see. I would make jokes about the “Irish” in my coffee in the morning although it was just black coffee and lots of sugar to take away the bitter taste of the dark stuff.I kept my secrets to myself keeping up the charade of playing the role of an “on the edge” booze hound that never waited for five o’clock to start a daily intake of spirits and cared little about what others thought about my infinite weakness when it came to booze. Only my Uncle knew my little secret and I used it to my advantage in. Finally we completed bathing and came to living room where we dried ourselves. She took her dress from the living room where I forced her to strip. I hooked her bra since she is having trouble with it. Finally we both were dressed and I took my phone and deleted her bathroom video which I used to blackmail her. She was shocked for that. I said “I will no longer blackmail you for sex. You are free now. I will never force you for sex.” She was shocked and I can see disappointment in her face. She. "Fuck! Oh god, yes!" I scream. "Yeah baby, I'm your fucking God. Keep squeezing me, bitch. Damn!" He turns me over again, onto my back, and doesn't waste another minute before he slams himself back into me. I throw my head back and grasp his arm tightly, digging my nails into him. I can’t think. It’s too much. God, I fucking love this! Chris holds my legs up, spread wide open, and drives into me with purpose. He's staring at me, my breasts, his dick going into my drenched cunt. His eyes are.