Bristoll was obviously in real trouble and I guessed I was about to find out how much."Right now though--"Here it comes I thought."--you've got a less...n to learn--" he brought his hand back and hit him successive blows with the open palm before rolling up the sleeves of his work shirt "--and I'm about to teach it to you."'Now he's wondering what to do little brother. You see Bristoll's pretty sure he can match his uncle's strength but he knows he can't match his natural street fighter. "You're my bitch...right?" Yes....yes...I'm your bitch," replied Darlene, her breathing becomingheavy. Tyler fucked her harder. "Louder...bitch!" "I'm your...bitch...please fuck me....I'm your BITCH!" screamedDarlene. Tyler smiled and began to pump the sack that hung underneath the fakepenis. It started to shoot a fluid into Darlene's ass. Darlene wasn't sure what was happening, but her penis was getting veryhard and she desperately needed relief. Sensing that Darlene was ready, Tyler pulled. We talked forever andgrew even more comfortable with one another. I wondered why I felt thisway - I Don't know why I enjoyed talking with him - But I did and I feltgood about it. Maybe it was simply the food I needed, but still Iwondered.He had things to tend to and left before noon with a simple peck on thecheek. I felt less than ok, and spent the rest of the day finishing thelawn, washing my car, and cleaning the house. But all the time I wonderedif he had binoculars or a telescope spying on. She glanced up at him and saw the smile on his face, knew she could continue. His fingers slipped inside her blouse to find her nipple and tweak it, roll it around and pinch it until it was so hard and sensitive that every touch made her want to scream. Her hand undid his pants and slid inside to wrap lovingly around his cock, pumping up and down slowly at first. He whispered in her ear for her to use her mouth on him, and she quietly disappeared under the table.Her lips found him and teased.