“I can smell Mommy, I think.”“Taste her,” he said. “Mommy’s pussy juices are still on my cock.”I licked up his hard shaft. I tasted salt...and him…not sure if any trace of pussy remained. “I don’t know, Daddy. I don’t know if I can taste Mommy. Next time you fuck her, will you bring your cock straight to me so I can taste Mommy’s cunt on your cock?”Nate’s hand’s grabbed my head. He wanted my mouth. He was twisting and thrusting and moaning and grunting.I licked up to his dickhead and then slowly. What Jack did was unheard of back then. Most men today, even in these liberated times, wouldn't do what he did. My point is that Bob Simpson was the lowest form of life on this earth. And though I share a good portion of the blame for what happened, it was Bob that deserves most of it. He took advantage of me when I was little more than a girl, when I didn't know what I wanted in life yet. He made me think I knew what I wanted. Do you see?" Yes," I answered. "I do." When Nina came to me crying. . I was a bit disappointed but then I saw his face through the hole, "can I come over in your booth?" He asked with a smile... "YYYAAEEESSSS" I replied with excitement, the minute he walked in he ordered me to remove my pants, I told him I don't really care about my dick getting sucked, he asked again this time pinching my nipple. My pants came off quick, he turned me around and started licking my sweaty ass. One thing I really enjoyed was that he never fingered me, "spread your ass for me" he. "No, please Jenny. Don't do this." You beg."Shut up bitch! You know you want me. Your body is craving this can't youfeel it slut?"Panting you spit at me ferociously, "I am scared that's why my body isreacting this way!" Well is that why you are so wet?" I ask as I slide my hand down betweenyour legs. I tease your warm opening with my fingertips. "Do you alwaysget this wet when you are scared?"You moan softly at my touch. Despite your body responding you keep up thepretense of resistance..