George and she were holding their own, Abby thought, and her body shifted on the bed as he changed positions."Whore," he said quietly. "You're just a ...hore with a gold band on your finger. You'll never be anything but a whore. You've always been one and nothing you can do will change that."Abby loved the words. She had had many lovers before George, and scores since they had been married. But one thing kept them together: no man could please her as he did. No man was cruel enough, hard enough. She coolly came near me, my nostrils were filled with her perfume. I did not know what was before my mouth but she said ok now kiss this and lick it. It was a bit hairy but I was sure it was not her cunt. I kissed and started licking her and she started laughing. I said why are you laughing. She laughed more and said because you were tickling my arm pits and then I understood that actually I was licking her armpits. Woh raham kha gaye and said ok I will remove your blindfold but you better do. Of just as much importance, though, was that I didn't act like all the other wolves. Quite literally, that night I put nail holes in Jerry and saw her luscious naked breasts, I didn't push my advantage. Had I said " Well, little darlin', I saved your sweet pussy, so maybe I should get to sample it. What do you say?" then her attitude toward me would have been just like it was to all the rest. While I obviously "appreciated" her, I didn't pursue that the way all the other boys did.And of even. ” Mike answered. “Yo, dad! Is it ok if I ride back with these two?” Jake asked “Yea I guess its ok, if its ok with your sister.” Dad answered. We stood and talked for a few more minuets then dad once again stated that he had to go. He finally left about fifteen minuets after that. Once he was out of the yard Jake turned to the two of us. “You know your not fooling anyone right? Well Maybe him but not me.” “What do you mean?” I asked shocked and a little scared. “ First of all you have a hickie.