.”“I got that,” she said, brushing my hair with her hand, “Yer didn’t need ter explain it ter me, yer silly twit.”“I didn’t need to go... quite so far,” I said.“Yer’ve never been one for regrets, me lovey,” she said to me softly, “Don’t yer start now. If yer ‘adn’t done that Oi wouldn’t ‘ave been able ter ‘ave wot Oi ‘ad wiv yor dad. That were roit nice for me. ‘e were a luvly man, yer roit are ‘is bleedin’ bottle o’ water, yer know.”I looked into her eyes; age hadn’t dulled the warmth in them, or. That was it. After what felt like forever, Justin called her over. The minute she reached him, he stood up and pulled her away from the floor. As fast as she could blink, his hands were in her hair. She was slammed against a wall as his mouth ravaged her. Oh his lips felt so good, he tasted so sweet. The grip on her hair and the passion in the kiss had almost brought her to her knees. Justin pulled away from her mouth as his fingers found their way up her short dress to find her eager and wet.. **Note from the Author: Special thanks to all of the folks who gave mefeedback on my first story, it was greatly appreciated. Am I your nena, your sweet baby?’But he was cruel. He thrusted into me and said, ’No, my wife is my nena. You are a fine bitch, but you are just a dirty puta.’I protested. ’Ay no, papi. Please. Am I only that? Only that?’He fucked me, and he disrespected me. And I accepted it all to be with him. How he made me crazy. He was a magnificent sex machine, fucking me so strong, so long.He made me cum on his grand fucking cock. He made me call myself a puta. ’Ok, papi. I am a puta. But I am your.