It felt bigger this time, but maybe that was my angle, or reluctance. I tasted his pre-cum and I swirled my tongue around the head. Marybeth started m...ving my head, and I focused on stroking him with my lips and tongue, avoiding teeth contact. It was weird, but then it wasn’t, and as I concentrated on doing it well, I found myself enjoying it again, and feeling conflicted about it. The skin was smooth, the head hot and spongy, and the shaft felt firm, urgent in my mouth. But Marybeth reminded. .."Katie: "then a kiss ... " - Katie now seems confused by my questions but she contiunues to confessKatie: "he kept reassurring me that it was normal and that what we talked about stayed between us"Katie did you already have solo orgasms when the sessions started age of only f0urteen, Karie?Karie: yes, I am thinking back now to the first time he said to me as he was questioning me ...Katie: "... and asked why my nipple appeared to be hard under my shirt" ... Katie blushed badly!Katie tells me. Some of the frustration crept into my voice when I once again responded, “Okay.”Trying not to stomp, I headed through the house - turning off extraneous lights along the way. I tied up the trash from the kitchen, took it out to the can, and then took the can to the curb. It was straight back to the kitchen as soon as I was inside, because I badly needed a beer.“Honey, come here,” she called from the bedroom before I could make it.“Son of a...” I muttered under my breath as I spun on my heel.It. “I know.” I said crying and moaning.“You like being a slut?” he asked.“I love being your slut.” I said.“You like me calling you a whore Kristin?” he asked.I nodded, crying. “Yeah, you’re my bitch tonight…..my fucking whore.” He said.“Yeah…..i love getting fucked like a whore.” I said between gritted teeth.He pumped in me faster, slamming his fat and thick cock deep into my ass.“Fuck!!!…..cum in my ass.” I said.“Oh, you want this nut in you?” he asked.“YYYYYEEEEESSSSS” I said ready to feel his.