Dana's mother had apparently married young, and rather unhappily, during the 1960's and was soon divorced. She remarried, soon to be divorced again. S...e tried it a couple of more times and then wisely gave it up as a bad idea. Some copies of police reports for later restraining orders against at least one ex-husband and several later boyfriends strongly hinted that a good bit of inappropriate contact was occurring between some of these men and her young daughter. The stupid woman sure knew how. I only said look, not touch. Honey, please stop." But there was no way I was going to stop now. I wanted to see, touch, and taste everything and she made no attempt to stop me. I pushed my finger into her as I was sucking her tits. She gasped and pulled my head into her breasts with one hand and she put the other hand on top of the one that was probing her. But she didn't try to pull it away. She was talking constantly, first it was "No, no, please stop baby." And then it was "Oh that feels so. From there, I spread out Monica's pussy lips so my tongue could roam freely. "Mother fucker, Michelle," Monica moaned, as her hands zipped over onto my head. "I'd be cheating on your ass with her too. I can't be mad at you for screwing her," she laughed, as their eyes met. Their lips came together and remained attached as my tongue was hard at work moving at the speed of light. Going up, down, side to side and everywhere else like a pin ball as I kept her pussy lips as far apart as I possibly. Shea was so enamored with the view that her strap filled his hole more often than not during those two days. She’d walk by and slide into his gape. Sometimes out of habit and other times because Burt shook his new ass at her. And this pleased Shea but only for so long. Wigs were introduced next. They rotated between Burt being blonde and a red head. His job was the only thing keeping Shea from ordering him to grow out his own. But something still felt off. It wasn't just her hairstyles that she.