With each stroke my cock went deeper and deeper inside her choot till my pubic hair was tickling her swollen clit."UNCLE PLEASE LET ME GO," Rita begge... with tears rolling down her cheeks."The pain will soon subside and you'll enjoy yourself," I said moving slowly in and out of her tight choot.I recommenced to move in and out of her. "OH," she groaned with each stroke as my cock rubbed against the torn edges of her shattered virginity.Soon her OH's turned into AH's and instinctively Rita spread. To Mac.Parker MacPherson, Mac to his friends, was more than Mia's best friend, second only to his own cousin Fiona.Mac lived on the west end of Portland's peninsula in a spacious three story house that felt like a second home, a refuge, to Mia.It was the peace that spurred her flight away from the city. Away from Robert. Robert Stein was a terrible jewelry designer and a worse human being, but he was an amazing businessman. Though he was an awful jeweler he could find gems thought to be lost;. She looked quite disheveled, with marks on her naked body he had no memory of making.He learned much of this from her later during one of those horrible times when she taunted him so, seeking to demean him any way she could. He’d learned of the source of those wedding night marks. Three of the groomsmen were of her choosing, young men who he’d never met or even heard about, certainly not relatives. One was white, one black, and one Asian.They were lovers, or more accurately fuck-buddies since. I always thought that he was a loser and that she could do better. Apparently I was right.Well one day when I was home alone I was in the bathroom taking a shower. When I got out of the shower and was drying my hair my head was covered by my towel. All of a sudden I felt a warm hand on my cock and somebody stroking it.In a flash I unmasked my head and looked down. There was my granddaughter Jessica playing with my limp cock.Then I heard my daughter Heather said, “No Jessica!”I looked up and saw.