I moaned. I knew I was out of control, and I didn’t care. In fact, I never wanted to be in control again.I felt Uncle George’s penis get hard unde...r my bottom, and I was not a bit ambivalent about it, I wanted it inside my body. Inside my vagina. I wanted him loving my body with his body. I wanted him making love to me. I wanted George’s dick in my pussy and I wanted him to fuck me. I laughed to myself about how I had to edit my thoughts from “prissy little girl” to “adult female” in order to. I turned around and saw my mum playing with cum on her fingers. "Hey mum thanks. That was great." She just smiled at me and went into the downstairs bathroom. Dinner went as normal, no mention of anything that we had done. After dinner I went back up to my room to do homework. An hour or so later I could hear my mum coming up the stairs. My mum came to my room a few minutes later. She commented that I looked hard at work so she would leave me alone to finish my homework.Maybe a half hour went. In his mind he saw his fingers reaching out to feel the smoothness of her skin tight leggins, and even more to feel the warmth producing between her legs. Watching her pick up the toys from the floor, he imagined her small little hands wrapped around his cock and had to brace himself on the wall. She was probably tighter than anyone he'd ever been with, being at least three times her age. He licked his lips, practically drooling at the thought of burying himself deep inside her little honey. Does the church still take meat to families in need?" Linda remembered how her father would hunt and take it to them after he butchered it."The church closed a few years back. The sheriff kinda took it up. If he knows of a family having a hard time he'll go hunt for them and take then the processed animal."Linda wasn't sure she wanted to deal with the sheriff all that much but she had no choice."Linda what's up? Every time I've said the sheriff you would cringe or flinch." There's just.