Kathy scooted close to me and grabbed my cock and asked, "So what do you think?'I laughed with a nervous grin. "Pretty fucking wild!" Kathy smiled and... then kissed me deep, her tongue swimming against mine.As she kissed me her hand had accessed my zipper and she had pulled out my throbbing cock. She smiled at me, took a gulp of wine, then setting her glass down, she went down on me. Her mouth was warm and wet and felt so good sliding up and down my hard cock, her hand now messaging my balls. I. It was kind of tight being three years old. I had grown some since Daddy bought it for me; at 18, my denim miniskirt was flouncy and flew up dangerously as I walked.Uncle Mike looked up first and smiled at me. "Hey sweetie," he stood from the couch rubbing his hands on his jeans and walked toward me. He was just as big as Daddy but a little taller. I had always had a crush on him. His long blond hair was just a shade darker than mine. He walked up to me and pulled me into a hug. I hung from him. 'Why should we?' Abdul questioned Jim.'Yeah, considering disrespect will help her screw her brains out!' Tyler interjected. But the men's abusive attitude was appealing to Fatima's lowest instincts and she displayed groveling admiration while they undressed.'I'm wondering if you'd please accept the honorary title of 'pig'?' Jim next asked. 'Uuuh... y-y-yes, s-s-sir!' she stammered in astonishment.'Thank you so kindly, you sweet sow!' Jim scoffed before Tyler lounged across the red sofa, then. She sipped absinthe from a dark green glass, hardly hiding her breasts in a slip of a black dress as she leaned over the rails. Samantha stared up at her and envied her inhibition. The girl looked as if she had no care in the world and lived only for pleasure. It was the way Samantha longed to be, free and untamed. Being out of England did give her something of what she craved; a place where no one knew her name; a place where she could escape anyone’s preconceived ideas of how she should look.