When he finally decided I'd gotten his message about obedience, he caught a handful of my hair in his hand, and pulled me to my bed. "On the bed, on ...your hands and knees" was his stern command. My pussy was so wet from the whipping that his huge cock slid in easily, even though it was still a tight fit. Because I'd already been punished, he allowed me to close my legs while he fucked me from behind, making the pressure on my swollen clitoris unbearably delicious. I'd learned the hard way. Uncle Fred won the round. Travis made an excuse to leave the table. He went back in the house. He could hear his wife, mother-in-law, and her aunt talking in living room. He walked up the stairs and entered the lavatory. The five-foot-ten, ox of a man sat down to take a shit in the dark. The door knob rattled. “Occupied,” he grunted.“Sorry,” came the subtle voice of Shakeia.“You’re good,” Travis yelled. “Hang on. I’m almost done.”Travis flushed and unlocked the door. He opened it slightly and. And I said, was he a small boy to giggle that he saw a girl’s undies? And he said no, he wasn’t laughing for that. So I asked why then? He said it showed I was still frumpy at heart. Confused, I asked huh? And he said he found it funny that I wore “grandma underpants” with such a pretty skirt.” “Oh! Bastard.” I said. “I know. I said there’s nothing wrong with those panties. And he said, surely maybe for a frumpy Indian aunty. But his wife would have worn trendier underwear. I didn’t say. Fine, I was going to meet some knew friends and have a nice even. We tossed the disc around for about an hour, some said 'break time, let's go get some thing to drink. I started to go in another direction when I heard 'hey, where you going, we headed over to the crib, come on you're welcome.' I turned and trotted over to them, we laughed and talked as we rested under a clutch of trees. I'm not sure how it started but I was soon engulfed in a passionate embraced between two of the young guys..