I couldn't decide whether to just shove the club up his ass quickly or work it in slowly. Both had their appeal so I did a bit of each. I started out ...by slowly pushing the rubber end of the club into his puckered ass which caused a sharp intake of breath but to my surprise, no sound. I gave him a second to adjust and then pushed a little farther. While it seemed like I was being nice, I was actually determining how much force to use for my next thrust. That decided, I gave a good solid thrust. Don't be rough or in a hurry, if you want me to pleasure you, then you will do well to pleasure me, understood?" "Yes," she said timidly. I yanked back on her hair and glared into her eyes, "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." She spoke with a little more confidence. I released her hair and completed removing my clothing and without warning the electricity of sensation in all the right places made my knees quake, my head rock back, and an involuntary moan escape my lips. One of her hands was gently. He tells me how he really should make me stop, but he’s dreamed about my little pussy for so long. We can hear mummy and my auntie in the kitchen and we both know what would happen if they walked in here now! Uncle Tony makes a half hearted attempt to tell me to stop, just as he starts to unzip his jeans! Holding my skirt up, tucking it under my chin, I slide my hands down to my panties, slip my fingers in the waistband and very slowly looking into his eyes, I push my little white cotton. We sleep comfortably, I in my old cotton night shirt, he in an oversized T-shirt. I beat him to the trailer’s single toilet, and he’s standing there dancing at the door, waiting on me, so when I come out, I rope him for a kiss.“You’re lucky I haven’t peed on myself, Sunny.”“You’re a big boy. You can hold it.”“It’s infinitely more fun when YOU hold it.”“Horrible!”He’s good for horrible puns. Ever since we first met, he’s always got me for a turn of a phrase or a pun or a joke. And a smile.And.