The bookstore's official opening day had been a success. I wished him good fortune and meant it. I loved books. They were my livelihood and a pure dig...tal future saddened me. Not to hold a book in your hand, feel the texture of the pages, and hear the rustle of each page turn would be such a tragedy."Come on," I said to Sasha extending my hand to her. She smiled. "That wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked."Nope. It was fun watching you with other people. They like you." I don't care about them. ” Her words had worked me up to the point where I didn’t want to play anymore. I just wanted to feel her cunt against my mouth and make her come, even if I did suffocate. She was fingering her clit’ as I buried my face hard between her thighs. As I did so, I was vaguely aware of a sound behind me but dismissed it as Carla moved her finger from her clit’ and placed both hands behind my head, dragging my face between her smooth thighs. It was hard, frantic and merciless on my part. I had not lost. “Just keep doing what you are doing.” He said.“But Mama…” I said.He didn’t let me finish because his hands touched my breasts and rubbed. He caressed each soft little nipple with his huge hands. He pinched and rolled them between fingers. I pressed back into him, returning his thick cock to my little ass. I was fully dressed but I would have died to have him inside me at that moment. Once again, Mama came out of the kitchen and walked down the hall toward my bathroom. Daddy made a hasty exit. I told her some of what happened, but left out a lot of the politics, which didn't leave much to tell. My family life, I realized, was consumed by politics. Fortunately Cynthia zeroed in on the pedophile."I saw something on the news a while back," she said. "I thought I saw a picture of you up in Olympia, but I wasn't sure." That was me," I said. "It's part of my family background." So your mother moved out because of that ... guy. What's the biggie? Just go to the cops." It's not that simple,".