“Turn over,” he instructed and I did as I was told, spreading my legs and reaching behind me to slip my fingers inside. I slapped my ass and moved...it back and forth. He plunged inside me with a cry thrust so hard I was sure he was going to split me in half. A fire suddenly roared between my legs and I cried out, collapsing onto the bed, my ass still raised as he continued to fuck me. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!” I cried, clutching my pillow and burying my face in it. “Don’t stop, oh my. Her movements were so slow, I wanted to grab her hips and force her up and back faster. But I remembered she took my torture. I grabbed the comforter and took what she dished out. Gina did not need me this time. I needed her. Her body was sucking my cock so slowly it hurt but I needed to cum, so I endured and waited. I strained, I hurt and I waited. She had me begging, ‘Please, Gina. Please let me cum.’ Still she did not increase her pace. I looked at her pleading. She had not heard me. She was. From thatevaluation, two pictures appeared in his mind. One, taken on a Saturdayafternoon, football day in Norman, Oklahoma, captured a vivacioussophomore surrounded by friends. The second, taken by a policephotographer on Halloween Day in 1982, showed no life at all.But more than the remembered pictures, more than the read words, justsitting where Jan once sat, caught in the same ordeal she experienced,formed a kinship. Through this Jan seemed to speak, to ask Amelia not toaccept a bitter. Aunt looked somehow different- junger and somehow sluty.she had a new dress - armless and sexy.she also had another hair cut which showed her differentall let me to get another feelings to her- now she didn´t look like my typical aunt anymore.i saw her as another woman.during this days i had a room disposal. the room had a door to the bathroom which neverwas used and a bed was in front of the door.the keyhole made me curious! i had a look trough and i saw that it´s very easy to watch troughand.