As though reading my mind, splat, the next moment the hairbrush hit home. I shrieked out in pain. I looked at the floor but heard Auntie Sarah say “...earning your lesson yet Emma?” I didn’t say anything. Couldn’t actually. I was crying too much. Yes I knew I was learning my lesson though. I was going to be such a good girl from now on. Maybe I understood now because I was 19 years old. The hairbrush hit home time and again. I know I was squirming around on Auntie Sarah’s lap but never once. Dad's in an extended care facility with advanced Alzheimer's so he's blissfully ignorant of all the claptrap surrounding his late brother-in-law's demise. The house is jam-packed with relatives because Uncle Vlad (as in Vlad the Impaler) was pretty much thought of as the family patriarch. And stinkin' rich. Personally, I never liked the guy. He was meaner than a junkyard dog and so tight-fisted he squeezed every penny 'til Abe screamed for mercy. Old clichés, I know but so apt.And you know. It was great. How are you doing? Getting any?" Well, yes. Had a date with my old girlfriend. She's getting married soon; wanted to say goodbye, or see you later, or something."Listen, can you get away tomorrow? I've got a lot of news from Dad and other stuff and I think it would be good if we all could talk on Sunday." Yes, I guess so. Want me to meet your plane?" Would you? I'll leave right after synagogue. Be there about 2:34, United Express." Right. See you then. Uh, Saul?" Yeah?" I love. "That's okay Kelly, that you're name right? I'll take good care of you." One big hand ran up my body and covered my breast while I felt him rubbing the head of his cock along my folds. "Kelly, don't do this!" I heard Todd say from behind. "I'm sorry! Don't do this, tell him to stop!" He couldn't have been farther away from influencing me by then. I rolled my hips down just as he turned the head upward and he slipped inside, taking my breath away. My body froze, contracting around him, pushing.