I was too young to understand and naive to comprehend their activities.I had seen the girls climb atop my father, grunting, groaning and gyrating back...and forth on his stomach. I saw their breasts bouncing up and down, his hands reaching up and grabbing them, manipulating their nipples in his fingertips and suckling them as he thrust upward. He had covered their mouths tightly to prevent their loud moaning from reverberating throughout the small a-frame house.They would slump down after the. You’re Tommy, right. Saw your football picture in the paper. Don’t you work at the pool in the summer?”“That’s me,” the boy said, admiring the pretty young girl. He sat and sipped his beer. “You want some?”“Sure,” she said. “Folks aren’t home or you guys wouldn’t be here.”“Yeah, we do get loud sometimes.”She drank and nodded. “I remember now.” She blinked. “A girl at the pool, one, it doesn’t matter; she told me about you.” The girl blushed and looked away.Tommy watched the girl’s nipples. I went back to my cell and exercised in the yard until it was time for me to go down to my laundry for my night shift at the dryer. I was so used to this routine by now that it was almost second nature to me. Of course, the reward was the perk of taking Judith’s fine backside between my legs and sliding into her with a desperation born of frustration at the whole situation. She was in a happy mood that night and I remembered her words to me as I went into her vagina from behind in the way that. "As I rose and started for our bedroom, I saw Darla's jaw almost strike the floor. I guess she had anticipated more discussion, and questions on my part. As long as we had been married, I never stopped enjoying the pleasure I received when I reacted to a situation differently than Darla expected. To this day, she never failed to be surprised. She was the predictable one, not me.If my immediate acceptance of her desire for a separation caught her off guard, my return to the living room in a less.