I'm getting it between my teeth," I said in the harshest tone I could muster."I will, Sammy. I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want, but please ...on't be angry with me. I've never had anyone tell me what to do before."Cynthia thoroughly enjoyed sex, and she didn't want to be coddled. She cried and whimpered and begged me to fuck her harder. She didn't bite or scratch. She tried it once, but retreated to her docile demeanor when I smacked her ass.We finished with a flurry, and I let her. “You ready Freddy?” she said that and I replied with a faint yes with a quiver in my voice like a ghost recording.As we were riding bikes, she sort of swooped up above me and as she was peddling, I could see her thighs and butt moving in patterns of such a way that was hot. I could tell that she is wearing a thong by the thin strap that’s just over the top of her short’s waist strap. We were just pass Culp Creek trailhead and up the mountain were there was nobody what so ever.She stopped in the. She continues to cling to life at Mother of Mercy Hospital, but hospital sources tell us she's not expected to pull through."He kept talking, but that last bit sent me bolting for the phone. Before I could get there, though, Susan was telling me "Stop, Larry, stop!" Confused, I did while the TV guy went on."It appears that Ms. Shaughnessy was jaywalking late in the evening when she was struck by a passing car. We're told that the driver, perhaps unaware that he or she had hit a pedestrian,. "No no no sweetie. Did you get the picture I sent you?"I put him on speaker and go to my texts."OH MY GOD!" I say and almost drop the phone. "Uncle, that's so naughty. What if my mom looked through my phone?" Oh, sorry my bad." I like it a lot tho. All I can imagine in my head is you watching me masturbate now." Well we can do that again if you want... you can come to "babysit" and stay the night." I'll think about it... I'll talk to you later."He hung up and I went back to looking at his nude..