Her father began avoiding her during her periods, leaving her to walk around the farm naked, occasionally squatting to piss and feeling the redness oo...e out. "I only want your mouth when you bleed," he explained to her. "Don't want to get Little Sergei dirty, now do we?" Anna looked forward to these times because it gave her a chance to heal. She knew that now she was in even greater danger of getting pregnant every time a man came inside her, and this explained to her why her father began. She lives in a world formed and shaped by those around her. And if she has accepted that world as safe she rarely revisits that assessment. And that can be the undoing of even the most well-intentioned female. Such has been my wife's unknown plight, unknown except by me.I have known Kimberly to be a beautiful person, and by that I speak both to physical attractiveness and inner qualities. She has been a wonderful and natural mother of our small children, and has taken great joy in that role.. “Keep those lips wrapped around that shaft girl.” Sylvia said. I feel her nose being buried in my pubic hair and her head being held tightly on my cock. Sylvia's body still covering my body and her ass and pussy lips grind into my face and chin. "Enough" Sylvia finally said. "Both of you sit on the floor, watch but no touching yourself." She lifted her torso up but grind her pussy lips into my chin. Her next move was getting into a fully sitting position directly on my face. From here she slid. Her pull on me was powerful and magnetic, and my grip on her waist relaxed only enough to allow my hands to slide down the satin of her dress until they were resting just above the rise of her beautifully shaped ass. "Um, you're Sophia? Charlie's wife?" I inquired awkwardly. It was an innocent enough question, but one that felt completely out of place considering how closely we were embracing. I expected her to draw away, but she held her place with only a slight nod of her head in response to.