“Besides, I haven’t messed around on him since we have been married.”“But you would if given the chance?” I pressed.Rose squeezed the inside...of my thigh.“Only with you baby,” Rose replied. “Only with you.”I took a sip from the mimosa sitting on the table in front of us.“Do you want to go?” Rose pressed.“Where to?” I asked.“Anywhere you want,” Rose replied.“That might be dangerous,” I replied.Rose placed my hand on her bare leg.“Let’s live dangerously,” she said. ‘We’re both adults.”She pushed. When my parents parted I was ten, and strange to say, found myself starved of my bath nights with daddy, as there had been hundreds leading up to their separation, and of course the sexual thing had got more intense for me as I matured and my sex hormones were starting to kick-in.By then I knew what we were doing was wrong, but by then I found myself wanting it.Of course there was no hiding the fact, my father was clearly a p**o, his preference for young girls was something I had to bear and. She started to gyrate, rubbing her mound into his face; he humped her mouth and they each sought release in their own way. When it came it was like a tsunami washing over them, submerging them in pleasure. They collapsed together in a pool of their combined sweat. Neither was able to move for many minutes.As great as the sex had been George wasn’t ready to settle down. He continued to date Wendy, enjoying the fruits of her body while remaining open to other offers. If Wendy was concerned. I could see lots of people looking at her and ogling at her body. While returning we had to use the bus. The bus was pretty crowded.As soon as we got in I could feel the crowd was immense and there was no breathing room. “Stay with me, beta,” she said nervously. I could see that a couple of men who were around her look at her lustily. They looked middle-aged but fit, probably laborers. I decided to see what they were going to do.The bus was very full and no one could really move much. After a.