.and I actually ended up pretty well, except for the fact that I was still as shy as I could be.As the weeks passed, Lucas made several attempts to ge... a girlfriend, constantly disturbing the girls, it was...irritating...I don't know if I was jealous over him or anything but when he'd get closer to someone else I'd panic because I actually was used to being ignored...but not by him! I even thought that I was boring, if we weren't "WE" then why should I care? There it was...I actually fell in. I guess it's more than the feel of it, the shape and the taste. I think the pleasure has everything to do with the noises my father is making. He grunts like he did when he was fucking my mother last night. I dark shroud of guilt is wrapping itself around my heart at the thought. This man is not just my dad. He's the love of my mother's life. Her man. I keep sucking, the sounds coming out of my father's mouth, the rumbling in his throat, the panting, the feel of his hands resting gently on my. She loved it. The woman must have lost her mind too.”Now I just watch porn and try to remember all the times my wife and I had amazing sex. Those days are gone, unfortunately. My wife hurt her back and she had hired some teenage girl from the local high school to help out with things. She’s a real looker and when she comes she barely wears anything. The good thing is, she just turned eighteen. So I don’t feel bad getting all hot and horny around her. She’s more than legal now.I always make sure. “Pleased to be welcome to our little Museum of Torture,” he said.At once Tracey’s heart froze in fear at the title of the place. Her nervousness got even worse when she saw him staring straight at her and smiling.“So hola, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Museum of the Inquisition, I am sure that many of you have heard of the countless cruelties committed during that dark period in our history. And why you may ask do we have a museum dedicated to such atrocities? Because we do not wish people.