“Please uncle, enough…enough” she cried. “SHUT UP BITCH” he yelled, he sat on the toilet. “Now, I want you to sit down on my cock, I want ...you to ride my cock” he said and lifted her up just over his dick. Slowly, while crying, she lowered her pussy down, feeling the tip of his dick enter her, but not fast enough before he slammed her down.She cried out in pain, his dick inside her, he pulled her legs around him and put his two hands around her asscheeks and started to lift her up and down. Claire arrived home at about 5:30 that evening and had a light supper. She took a shower and then picked out a lacy yellow bra and matching bikini panties. On top of that, she slipped on a short sleeve floral print blouse and Kelly green skirt that came down to the top of her knees. She slipped on her pantyhose and two-inch pump heels and checked herself out in the mirror. She finished the outfit off with a 14K chain with a peridot pendant and her gold watch. A quick brush through her hair, a. Kent did chose to drive down the street of his infancy and childhood. It is good, he thought, that the trees whose name it bore were not chestnuts or elms, but at least a tree that could be found elsewhere in the city. But this street of many childhood memories no longer had occasional willows or the majestic elms he remembered, forming arches over the pavement. Instead, there were a few young maples and flowering crabs—at least he thought those were the names. But the majesty of the street of. He climbed out of bed and dressed; he grabbed his car and house keys and headed out the door. The drive seemed to take forever but when he turned the corner towards her apartment he could feel his heart beat rapidly increase and his genitals twitch. He parked the car and walked to the entrance of her apartment block, he pressed the buzzer and her voice answered “Toy?” it enquired “here” he replied, the door opened and he wandered inside. The lift seemed to take its time and he could feel his.