It was obvious to her that her father’s lack of interest towards her had turned to hate. She didn’t know what she had done, but that didn’t matt...r any more. She was tired of tip-toeing around him. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.It dawned on her that her mother knew that he didn’t love her. It explained all those lame excuses her mother gave as to why he wasn’t acting in a loving manner. The reason her father didn’t play with her wasn’t because he was tired from work. It was. There was always the possibility of changing around with someone too, if space and habits seemed to conflict.Michelle, Monica's mother, stood with Jim looking at the new living room furniture at one point. She said, "You know when I was younger, I would have loved this situation you've created. You are all so nice to each other – so loving."Jim said, "We do care a great deal about each other. I've never been happier although it does require some patience and tolerance."She said, "I bet you're. " So, I was going to let him fuck me, wasn't I?" True, but most men want a girl who wants it, and are not aroused if she doesn't."She knew at some level that some men were interested in more than their own pleasure. More than ramming their disgusting ugly thing into a girl's twat.Chris couldn't get it up because he needed her to want it? This human aspect to a real guy jiggled something in her."You know how I feel, why didn't you find someone right for me?" I have some knowledge of how you. I so much wanted to fuck that hole for past half an hour, but she had it all in control.She started fingering her pussy, which did fuel my lust to fuck her and once again my dick was throbbing hard to feel the touch of her hand and pussy. She vigorously started fingering her and the noise of her finger fucking was more or less like the best sound of music I heard. Her juices were oozing out and clearly see that she was on the verge to cum, but she took her time to ejaculate. But, before she.