‘It means they wanna talk grown-up stuff,’ opined Marcia. Carlie and I both laughed, and the tension level dropped a few notches. I remembered din...er, and I didn’t want to stay out of the kitchen long enough for things to ruin, so I said, ‘Let’s continue this after dinner? If you’ll join us, provided you like pork tenderloin?’ Carlie’s face lit up. ‘I’ll be delighted, if it’s really not a problem. It’s not like me to invite myself to dinner.’ ‘It’s really not a problem,’ I answered, hefting. I grew up in a place where there are a lot of thugs and creeps roaming the streets. Every time a friend of mine has a party at their house, I usually wear really short skirts and I just love high heels, not to mention really thin panties or lingerie under my skirt. One night an older boy from school invited me and some of my friends to a house party. The place was really far from my place and to make it worst it was more dangerous than my place, but I did not mind since I had my friends with. Yeah Baby, just like a real Bitch. we gonna fuck like your folks are doing..." Tears of anger, humility and embarrassment flowed from my eyes as Charlie started to grind and hunch his penis into my butt hole. Charlie slipped his left arm under my chest and pinched my right nipple as he kissed my neck and ear. I laid there and endued the pain as Charlie fucked me from the side, Charlie pressed his body to mine as he moved his right leg over my hip and pushed me to my stomach. Soon Charlie was on. Her breasts were pressed harder onto my back as she reached for my cock.“You dirty little girl, can’t you ever get tired of my cock” I chided her as she began to pump my cock with her tiny hand. She began to move her hand up and down, her other hand rubbing my big balls.“No, Uncle…It’s my pleasure tool and I want to have it in my hands, mouth and my pussy,” she said in a seductive tone. I turned my head and she stood up again on her toes staring at me with lust in her eyes.I hugged her tightly.