Why don’t you just make a new baby so it can be your cupcake-head?’ My sister made this frustrated, strangled sound. ‘Because you make me crazy!...!! Why would I want another one?’ At that point, her eyes took in our approach. ‘Big kids get cold ears, too,’ she said smartly, shoving the hat down on my niece’s head and taking her hand to lead her toward us. ‘Look who’s here!’ she shouted in an attempt to distract the child. The rest of us were laughing as we formed a group. I introduced David, and. He had fucked me just like he said he would. I was flat on my stomach on the bed, with my wrists handcuffed. He had plowed down into my virgin hole from above...with great intensity...verbally taunting me, and spanking me. It had only hurt a little, but I loved every second of the experience. I guess that's why I agreed to continue our session. I guess that's why I foolishly agreed to put the gag in, and the handcuffs on, after dressing up like s schoolgirl slut. I guess that's why I was about. She slowly and quietly started playing with her pussy, or so she thought.Linda knew it was time to start her plan to manipulate this young girl into having sex with her. She got up, looked at Sophie and said to her with a raised voice:" what are you doing, how dare you to play with yourself in my house". Sophie got her hand out of her pants and started crying. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I was just feeling so tingly from the movie and I couldn't help it". Linda got back in the. We moved to more comfortable chairs on the deck and continued our conversation. The wine was very good and the discussion lively. I spotted a guitar by the wall and checked to see if it was in tune. After turning a few of the tuning keys, I began to strum a few of the old country songs that I knew.Her face turned to one of pure delight. She responded by saying, "How fun!" Encouraged, I began to play an old Irish ballad. I taught her the chorus and she would join in with me when I reached that.