Now he moved forward and grabbed my waist. He held my waist very firmly and his nails started pinching my skin. I felt like screaming but I couldn’t... wake my parents up as it would have been embarrassing. My husband knew this and kept on pinching me firmly. My tears rolled down my cheeks but he was determined to punish me. My waist was being scratched brutally and he started to lick my tears. He was enjoying the curves of my waist and chewing my lips like an animal. My brother was watching her. " Great she is back to calling me alittle Princess again. My smile disappears as she calls me that again. Iwill ignore her girly comment this time also.I open my eyes and to say I am shocked does not even come close to describewhat I am looking at. My new present which I was so excited for, and seenhow excited my mom was too, has me speechless. There is no way for me torespond, as I am eye to eye with the most girly bicycle I have ever seen inmy life. "You must really like it did you notice. When she arched her back to meet my thrusts, her climax made her cunt to squeeze my hard cock.I pulled out and let her come down from her shattering orgasm as I lay next to her. Miriam breathed hard and then she opened her dark eyes; she saw my cock standing at attention in front of her and then she squatted over it.Very slowly, as she looked me in the eyes, she lowered her curvy body onto my rigid shaft, impaling herself up to the hilt. She moaned softly as she felt my tip hitting her. More often I was accused of something. Occasionally it was even true, but usually my payback was more subtle than their imagination. My speed was more along the lines of wardrobe malfunction. The wrong bra size is a real pain, but who will complain in public? I went through whole bottles of red ink. Buttons popped off. Zippers stripped. Purse handles failed. I rarely bothered to watch, which helped create solid alibis. Most of the time my accuser’s story was pure fiction and easy to disprove..