There was a time when she practically worshiped the ground that this woman walked on. After the first twenty-five years, though, she started getting t...red of having Electra trying to control her. She knew Electra didn't like the fact that Annabelle was trying to be her own woman."Annabelle, it's been thirty-seven years since I took you under my wing. I've taught you everything I have to teach you. And I've watched you pervert my teachings to your own pitiful liking. I've been patient, hoping. I had to make it quite pitched because of how we were thatching it, so the low eaves didn’t stop you standing up straight inside.It all went quickly – suddenly – and the house was transformed from an open-top box exposed to the elements into something that really felt like a house. Like home. Mataoka quickly rigged up a cot like the Indians had in the wigwams and we moved in for our first night in our new home.Now we had two wigwams for storage and the house to live in. Mataoka was insistent. I yelp in almost pain as your ass lands hard against my nuts, but you have to shame, lost in your heat and desire. Steadying yourself with your hand on my chest, you rise until just the head of my cock is within you, pause a moment, and fall back down on it again. I can see your swollen cunt lips wrapped around my shaft like a vise that has no intention of ever letting go. After setting down still on my cock for a moment, feeling me twitch deep inside you, you begin to move up and down in a. I showed up at the coffee shop; she would be wearing a red top and a black skirt. I enter the shop and scan the room. I don’t see her so I order a drink and find a table. I’m not waiting long before I see here enter the shop. She is even more beautiful than her pictures. I get up and walk over to meet her. She smiles when she sees me and she gives me a hug. Her body presses against mine and I feel her breasts press against my chest. I have to remind myself to let her go so as to not make this.