I started to move in rhythm to his thrusts probing the inside my soaking wet pussy. “You are a dirty little whore aren’t you" he yelled out makin... me feel real cheap. At the 5 minute mark he was really ramming it in to me as my pussy loosened up. I could hear and feel his balls slap with each driving thrust. “Take that you cheap whore” he taunted me. I was beginning to forget he was a fat 40 year old pig and starting to enjoy my pounding. After another 3-5 minute he started to ram his cock. It all started three decades ago, he bought a run down shack and transformed it into a five star hotel empire. The resort sponsored golf tournaments from LPGA and tennis tournaments from WTA. Even though he was a success, he also had his addictions gambling and young supermodels. About a year ago, Paris Hilton had played a high stakes poker match. On the final hand, Paris bet her remaining funds which far outnumber my uncle's pot. He had a full house and thought he could not lose, so he wagered. The deputy looks up toward the pathetic couple on the porch and then at Dave and RD. He decides to interview them first. “You probably don’t want to explain what is going on here, but you damn well better.” The deputy levels a hard look at Dave, who is unfazed. “Just a little friendly neighborhood get-together.” Dave smiles. “Are we too loud?” “The call from the woman across the street doesn’t sound like this is all too friendly. If she files a complaint someone is going downtown.” The deputy. The socks he was wearing were almost a perfectmatch for his girly shirt, the hearts around the lightly frilled edgesalmost the same color, and his bright pink shoes with lavender laceswere absolutely perfect, especially as both the two-inch heels and thefront parts lit up in patterns every time he took a step, the littlehearts flashing various shades of pink, the word 'Spectral' inlavender cursive on the sides. Other than the heels, they would havebeen perfect for a girl in first grade, and he.