Her uncle was so much more responsible, she thought, it was amazing he was her daddy’s brother.They still went to church every Sunday. Tina still en...oyed it, but not as much as before since her home life had gotten interesting. Her uncle forbade her from mentioning anything they were doing together, so she couldn’t tell any of the other kids she met there about anything. It was more of an inconvenience now, to go to church. In fact, Tina only enjoyed it when her uncle made her blow him in the. "Jennifer Bridges! That's the least of yourworries, it seems to me." Her tone was soft when she repeated herquestion. "What's wrong?"I sniffled again. "John Symmes," I said, grimacing with distaste, as ifthe very syllables of my tormentor's name left a bad taste in my mouth."Him!" Marilyn shook her head in sisterly sympathy. "What's he done thistime?"I told her, "He came on to me after the game last week."John was the starting quarterback at Littlefield College, and, as such,he thought no girl. She moaned her response. “No Sara, you have to tell me or I won’t do it again.” True to his word, he just rubbed her skin, skimming over all the places she wanted, needed him to touch. “Tell me Sara.” “Yes…” she whispered, barely audible. “Yes what? Tell me.” he coaxed, fingers just brushing her aching wet cunt. “I like it Caleb…please…ohhhh!” he rewarded her with another series of sharp slaps that had her writhing. She felt him move, pushing her feet to the floor, spreading. Her warm moist pussy enveloped him like a glove filled with hot butter as rode further down her passage way and reached his prize.........her cervix. Anne had always liked him to enter her this way. Robert had always liked the tightness of her muscles and the feeling he got when he reached her depths. Despite having just come Robert was nearing boiling point again as Anne moaned and thrashed about as he more rapidly drove his engorged cock deeper into her pussy. She abruptly reached a.