She tried to take her mind off what lay ahead by busying herself with housework. Perhaps he won't come. Perhaps something has happened and ... she tol... herself, but the thought had no more than surfaced when there was that impatient pounding on the front door.She opened the door a crack and her heart sank to see that it was indeed her father-in-law, reeking of alcohol and looking for some "entertainment".Her head hung n dejection, Marsha opened the door and stood aside so Norman might enter.But. I felt my pussy lips spread wide leaving my cunt open to him. He walked up beside me and grabbed my hands cuffing them up on the headboard and spread apart.“Now. I want your permission to do as I please to you. No matter how painful or how much you want me to stop. I want your permission that your word now overrides what you say when I start. Do I have your permission?” he was rubbing and kneading at my breasts as he asked and looked up at me with innocent eyes. I bit my lip and wondered what. They lay silently next to each other, waiting for normal breathing to return.I can't wait for her to go down on me the way I just did on her. And yet I can't believe that the pleasure she's going to give me can be any more than the pleasure I just got making her cum.They made love several times a week. They continued through the end of their Junior year, over the summer and into the start of the following term. Early on Janie's mother had found them asleep, their naked bodies entwined. Her only. Still no response came. “Why won’t you speak?” she asked. Suddenly the horror hit her. He wasn’t speaking because she would recognise his voice. “Oh my God, you know me don’t you?” Suddenly he touched her stomach with his finger and began drawing a letter. She recognised the letter ‘Y’ followed by the letters ‘E’ and ‘S’. “Oh my God! Oh my God! You’re really going to fuck me aren’t you?” she cried out. Again he wrote the word ‘yes’ across her stomach with his finger. “Please don’t,” she told.