I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to get ROUGH!“Come on, Uncle Tony!” I shouted. “Fuck my ass, goddamn it! FUCK ME!”Then he became an ...nimal, and he started to savagely pound my ass. We started really grunting and screaming now! As he pistoned in and out of my hole, he reached down and started twisting my nipples again. Painful it was, but it was all the more intensifying my pleasure! I reached down and started jerking my now EXTREMELY hard cock, trying to match the speed he was using. “Oh! Ew!” I finally understand what Sherrie means, remembering my mother explaining my infant thermometer to me, when we’d found it in the attic a few years ago. Now I recall what ‘It doesn't go in your mouth’ means with nozzle or nipple shaped First Aid supplies. Crisp, prim nurses, shiny hospital floors and cozy sick days from school all come flooding into my head. I suddenly recognize the rubbery smell of the enema bag and the hydrogen peroxide, starched sheets and linoleum polish came. How I loved those hips. Now they had red marks where I'd held her. I sank back on my haunches, my finally dwindling prick sliding out of her red, swollen pussy, followed by copious amounts of our combined cum.I exhaled, and sank sideways, back to where I'd been sleeping, trying not to land on Lyn's right leg as I half-fell into place. I thought about reaching for a towel or something, but just couldn't right now. Lyn rolled onto her left side and faced me. I suppose I looked about as roughed-up. " I didn't have to call the Reverend. I knew one of the worker bees. I called her direct."Janet, it's Maxine Stone tell me hon do you have an empty bed?" I asked."And if I do?" Janet replied in a squeaky voice."I got a lost child in need of help here," I replied."Bring her on over, but stop by Helen's and get me a lunch, and then we will call it even. Well even with me bought off, you still have the preacher to worry about." Shit he is a pussy cat," I said."Of course he is, get your ass on over.