I fought it, but it was no use. This lovely mystery woman was fucking so well that all my defenses went down. She leaned her head back, and I felt her... pussy clench up on my cock. "Crap!" I screamed. Luckily, I had the condom on, because I exploded. She grinned, and leaned down to kiss me. She got down without saying a word, pulled her skirt back down, and went to the door. She grabbed the knob, and looked back at me, but to only blow me another kiss. My hopes of hearing her speak were. They are rich and have a lot of nice stuff. They don't like me to say that they are rich though.One thing I really liked on the trial visit was sitting in Dad's lap. Of course, then I still called him Mr. Mitchell. At night I would sit in his lap in my pajamas and he would put his arms around me. So I would sit in his lap and watch TV and he would hold me. Mrs. Mitchell would just smile at us, and I would smile at her. She was nice too. Dad would kiss me on the head and hug me a lot.They. “Or is this good enough?”“This isn’t fair!” I blurted.“Fair? What does fair have to do with anything?” he asked.“You’ve done all this kind of thing before,” I complained. “You know how to act, what to do. And you shouldn’t laugh at me.”“I’m not laughing at you,” he said. “Uh oh.”I heard something in his voice when he said “Uh oh” that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.“What?” I asked, looking around. I expected my parents to jump out of the bathroom, yelling, “Surprise!” and then. He struggled again, this time hard… I forced him down n he looked up at me. After looking at the pure evil expressing face of mine, he tried pulling my hand off from his throat. I stopped his hand with my other… never for a single second letting him move. My intentions were clear to him by now, and responding to that, he clutched my wrist tight… but surprisingly not pulling my hand off, just holding it. He surrendered. Focusing straight into my eyes!! Just the way I want… the way I like..