Eventually I moved lower. Falling to my knees before her I kissed my way down until I encountered the top edge of her panties I worked along their edg... for a while. How far would this go? I took a deep breath and gambled everything. Running one finger along the bottom edge I slipped it under the fabric and ran it the length of her dripping pussy. She cried out and grabbed my shoulders for balance as her hips jerked at the contact. I guided her to the dressing room chair and she sat, pulling off. I hitch my skirt up to my waist so I can have more freedom of movement. I remove my 8" black platform heels - a girl can't drive in those. I stab the key in the ignition, turn the motor over and crank up the radio. It's going to be a wonderful drive home.I weave through the downtown streets as I steer my juicy red truck towards the interstate. At the last red light before hitting I25, I remove my blazer and waggle my long red nails to the construction crew repaving the street. Mmm, I do love a. Sherrie gave Martin her daughter's phone number at school and her ".com" and pleaded, "You are Misty's favorite uncle. She'll TALK to you. Please call her. Anything you can do for her would be greatly appreciated."Well, Misty was in the next state, so the ".com" was way less expensive, but it was also less personal.The first E-mail was ignored, then the second, third, fourth, and fifth!Finally, Martin E-mailed his niece that there must be something wrong if she couldn't even respond with. But nothing could stop him now as he continued like an enraged a****l rocking the full weight of his body deep deep into her upturned choot.As I was nothing compared to this man's size, I knew She would have never felt such pain before and she fought him, panic-stricken. But it was to no avail. He was too strong for her, and she was helpless beneath his perverted attack.On and on he went, slapping his sperm-filled testicles against her quivering white gaand. It was like my biwi was being ****d..