We began going out on more and more "dates" and some of the old friends of the family even thought that Laura and I had gotten married, not my brother...and her. We would go to dances, liking it when the slower music was played. We would hold each other very close, rubbing our bodies against each other, her crotch and mine would often rub us to a very hot state of arousal as we danced. On our way home Laura would sit tight to me, (this was before manditory seat belts) often rubbing the inside. “Yes, Lexi, what is it?” he asked, looking up at her while he put his things in his bag. “I was hoping that I could speak with you about the homework assignment, Dr. Claar?” she said, wringing her hands and trying to come across as nothing more than another student. He looked around at the few students left in the room and then back at her. “Come by my office during my office hours and we’ll discuss any concerns you have about the assignment, Lexi.” With that he left the lecture hall,. He had a sister out there and some other family he wanted to be closer to. It was also a bit easier to find work, which was a definite plus. My father actually tried hard to be a good parent after the divorce, perhaps trying to compensate for the bedlam that passed as my early family life. He nearly gave up drinking completely and worked hard to make a good life for him and myself. My thoughts of my mother and that part of the world were soon far behind. I wanted to keep it that way.My. Her hand had my balls and was rubbing them hard. My cock was aching from so much attention. She was a hungry tiger with a fresh kill and was devouring me fast. I was thrusting hard into her mouth, fucking her face. She was taking my cock down her throat, deep throating me and holding it there. Her mouth was sucking me hard, and her tongue was licking up and down the top and bottom of my cock. She was popping my cock in and out of her mouth with a loud sucking noise. I was moaning from the sheer.