"Robin had tears in her eyes and she shook her head no. "Counseling won't help because you've done nothing wrong. All you've ever done is take care of...first me and then William."She took my hands in hers, the tears now trickling down her cheeks. "I love you for taking care of me, for not running away when I got pregnant. I love you for working as hard as you do to provide for us but ... I'm not in love with you." Robin paused for a few seconds. "We should be a couple but we're two individuals. I was kissing and sucking around her butt cheeks as a kid does to a piece of candy floss. I parted her ass cheeks and then made her licked just around her butt hole.I made my way for her pussy. The good thing was that she smelled so good even down there. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her. My cock was rock hard with all this pleasure and sight. I turned her around. She didn’t waste a second, took my cock in her hand.She gave it 2-3 strokes and guided it straight into her pussy. She was really. At 7 years old I started wearing briefs. I went commando all the way (don't ask, my parents only taught me about underwear when I started primary school at 7). Maybe is was my ignorance to underwear but I felt really naughty and embarrassed when I was just in my underpants. I could not look into the mirror else I get excited. This was the second turning point in my life. School ended at 5 and I would come home before dinner. As stated my mom was a stay-home mom and she would prepare dinner. He explained how he started telling her how low and lonesome he has been since his wife died two years ago and how at times he just wanted to end it all. She took the bait. She started hugging him every time she saw him and touched him when she would pass him at the bowling alley. She became a real touchy feely person with him in an effort to cheer him up. One day he pretended to be especially low and confided in her that he just could not bring himself to pack up and get rid of his.