I think she gets off on the control shesuddenly realized she had over me. She begins wearing less and lessaround the house, as she observes the eroti...c spell lingerie holds over myyoung psyche. She possesses the secret of the blue jean panties that sheholds over my head. She exploits my silky fetish-- leaving her pantiesand stockings draped from the towel rack of the bathroom - my bathroom.The bathroom that I use, not her private bathroom off her bedroom. Sherefers to the bathrooms by their. Well, no one except me that is. I might scream a bit in pain at first, and then in pleasure once you've forced all of it inside. I want you to stroke in and out of me the way you do with my mom and Jude."Roni released her grip on Leroy's cock by raising her thigh. She took charge of his shaft with her delicate fingers and brushed the swollen tip back and forth between her wet labia from her vaginal orifice to her swollen clit. The head was soon coated with the slick secretions leaking from her. .. something attractive. He was old, but he wasn't frail. In fact, he was stronger than her father, physically and in character.She buried her face in his chest, pressing her cheek against his taught muscles. She pulled closer, letting his body press against the softness of her breast. She brought a bare thigh forward against his leg, but this time, she was in for a surprise! She could feel what was unmistakably a raging hardon. Her thigh pressed into a thing of iron, threatening to rip through. I could see she was pleased. “You serve,” she said. As usual, I got few first serves in and in no time I was three games down. I could see she was happy, knowing that she was beating me. Game four and she served an almost perfect first serve but in a rare moment of skill, I played a better side line return and she leaped across to play it back but slipped and tumbled to the ground. I laughed and said, “Get up, that shot was too good even for you!” But she didn’t move. I ran to her. “Are you.