It wasn’t a matter of money, it was that she couldn’t carry the heavy weight of a full shopping bag very far. Fortunately, she only lived a block ...way from the store.Today the weather was nice. The temperature was 80 degrees and with the slight breeze it was comfortable. It was slightly overcast, which was a little easier on her eyes. She decided that it was a good day to walk to the store and do her marketing.The walk to the store had been pleasant. The weather was nice, and the flowerbeds in. Didi sat up on the bed. Finding the string of pajama open, she did not react and got up to and went to the bathroom. On coming out of the bathroom I could see that she had removed her pajama and her top was till her ankles. She came to the bed and on lying down, she steadily moved closer to me. Her one hand went to my groin and started to massage my lund which in no time was up and rock hard. She opened my pajama and started to play with my balls. I pretended to sleep and resisted myself not to. I sucked him for a few minutes before he lifted me to my feet. He wanted me to confirm that I was really sixteen. I swore to him. He swept me into his arms and carried me upstairs into his bedroom. We fucked enthusiatically while a gallery of family photographs looked on with blank expressions frozen on their faces. Mr. Gibbons and I fucked for most of the day. Fucking and resting, fucking and resting. I was correct in my assumption thaat sex was an endangered practice in the Gibbons bedroom.. His hands greedily groped at her. Feeling up her full thighs, sliding his hands up to her ass. Her skirt hitched high, stretched tight against her cuvy form. His cock ached against his pants as he continued, squeezing her ass in his hands. She put up the first bit of resistance he'd had since dragging her into the taxi.A pathetic "No!", a swat of a limp hand against his, and an absent jerk of her legs. Barely worth registering a response from him, but he did find her feeble attempts amusing..