Isang about how hurtful they could be and how much it affected me. I sangabout how angry I was that they thought they had the right to put me downfor ...he public's entertainment.Then a few beats of Stacy's drums led us into a faster-paced, moreforceful chorus that talked about how I wasn't going to take it. It wasMY life, and I was going to live it by my own rules. I wasn't going totake the abuse that they would try to dish out at me. They weren't goingto be able to change me into a person that. I was being fucked like a woman twice my size and 3 times my age would think twice about, but I could do nothing but just take it. He was fucking me slow and deep. pulling himself almost all the way out before sliding back in, his speed low enough I could feel every ridge and vein as it filled my insides, the combination of saliva and precum combined with my ass juice made wet smacking noises as our coupling continued. He was increasing his speed and from the sound of his grunts I knew he was. Occasionally Bill would stand very close to her, leaning over her to read something or explain the way he wanted to see something done, and Jennifer would feel her insides melt, and her heart would ache for the day when he would place his arms around her, and kiss her deeply. Jennifer was convinced the key to his heart lay in the basement. It had to, there was no reason for a deadbolt lock on the door otherwise.Jennifer's job had her in the home office with him all day, and most of the time all. But finally I recognized my Aunt coming through the door and knew Beth was close behind. I quickly stood so I could greet them; I held my arms open offering a hug… but froze. My eyes were glued on my younger cousin, Beth looked amazing. She had dyed her hair platinum blonde; she wore it down, but shorter so that it looked like a wavy cloud surrounded her face. She had her makeup expertly applied, her pouty lips looking particularly alluring with bright red lipstick.She smiled at me; I had to.