The conversation on the other was surprisingly dry. Sort of that awkward, skipping around a subject that happens when you come home from a war. People... want to ask you how it was, but actually they are afraid you might really answer. This suited me fine. Didn’t really want to talk about it and was happy to keep the conversation light. As dinner went on, I realized that I was getting a little tipsy. Another thing I realized was that my mom wasn’t wearing a bra. As we would chat she would lean. ' He laughs an evil laugh, a deep, throaty one, one she hasn't heard before. 'It's too bad, I do not care.' Just matter of factly. 'See, bitch, how many fucking times, I have to tell you this.' he raises his voice to a level she was unfamiliar with. Most people were in fact. It was kind of scary. 'It is NOT about what YOU want!' He holds her chin in his hand firmly. 'DO you understand?' She nods. She really doesn't know, whether she should be scared now. She has never seen him like that. He. I fucked her for as long as I could, with my hands on her clit. She orgasmed once, I kept my cock in her, loving the feel of her whole body and pussy shaking. I then started off slow, intense and gentle, still rubbing her clit. Anna LOVED the slow pace. It made it more intense and sensual. I kissed her neck and moved my hands from her clit to her breasts and grabbed a handful of her tits. I kept the slow pace going, just pumping in and out slowly. I moved my entire length in and almost all the. The smell of nature and woods filled the air as I take a deep breath in. He is the one to speak first. “Now, I think it’s my turn to have what I want.” A deep blushing hue works over my neck and face, knowing that I was about to get pay back. “It’s all yours. You own it all,” I answer easily, as my voice grows with thick lust. “Don’t I know it?! Strip for me.” He isn't asking, he is telling me. I love when he takes control over even the simplest of things. “Yes Sir.” I answer as I begin to.