I called my Michelle, but she won’t be able to come home for another hour or so. Is there any chance I can hang out here and wait for her?”“No.�...�I slammed the door in David’s face and made my way into the kitchen. I know, I know. That was really mean. But I just got home! I don’t know this guy. He could be a killer. He’s got the creepy smile down. You never know these days.After a few minutes, I started feeling remorseful, so I went to see if he was still out there and sure enough, he was now. I lick your ear and whisper, ‘Don’t move’, all the time gripping and squeezing and milking your dick with my tight, hot pussy. It feels so good to me, but it is driving you crazy and then you finally can’t take it anymore, you grab my hips and start slamming me up and down on your hardness! What a feeling! I continue to ride you as you continue to guide me with those strong hands on my ass, lifting me up and down, as you slide in and out of me. We continue this as our passion builds. The. One of my uncles used to take care of the requirements of our family since my father was abroad.His name was Zakir Khan. Zakir uncle was a clever man. Throughout my childhood, he played well with me. I was hardly 9 years of age when he fucked me. I cannot forget that night. There was blood in my ass and I was crying. I cannot forget his wicked smile.Since then, he has always made out with me. My entire childhood passed in sucking his cock, rimming his ass, bearing his slaps and getting fucked. Rarely did I pull out my little cock since that was off limits to touch. I would usually tuck my cock beforehand, start with my hand in the panties, then pull the panties down to my knees and reveal what looked like a bald pussy and simulate masturbation. (Shaved bald years before it was popular.) My girlfriend at the time waxed and shaved hers and did mine too. I grew it back later in my 20’s but always kept it trimmed. I have, however, been waxed smooth and bald for the last few years. I.