Few minutes later he had a handful of my hair and with surprising strength, pushed me down and positioned me with his cock stabbing my cheek. I heard ...im say: "Suck it, bitch" and of course, I did.Between my mouth and my hands I seemed to be making him happy, he was shoving my head back and forth anymore. I was enjoying this, every second. He grabbed my hair again and lifted me up, that strength again.The screen was black now; I couldn't see anything.Then his voice quietly said: "Let’s go. " Yes. Let's talk about that tonight."We left it at that but I brought up the subject again when we all sat drinking coffee after the kids had retired to their rooms. It may seem as if the children of the household were almost invisible but let me assure you they were very much a part of our everyday cores. They had duties as well as benefits and a rather light set of rules. The benefit of living on a farm was that there always seemed to be something more attractive for the kids to do than sit. She groaned, and let out another “No, stop it.” but it was slurred and I could see she was slipping. I moved my face to hers and kissed her, opening her soft lips with my tongue and exploring her. She pulled away, finally managing to stand, but she was weak and wobbling, I pulled at her arm and guided her down next to the pool. “Mm-No!” She said, a bit too loud for my liking. I put a hand over her mouth as I pulled her jeans down. They were stuck to her like glue, but between her mild flailing. I pulled her by her hair and I got got in trouble of course. What made me mad was I'm a horrible drawer. While she was on her Da Vinci shit in 3rd grade. She's even greater now. We would argue over the years literally about to fight in middle school. Of course being a black male the teacher sent me to the office. She was just a Jezebel to me(Which is why I call her that in the story. It's not her real name). But one thing she was, was fine as hell. She's always been beautiful, I'll give her.