Mom never forgave him for that and she packed her bags on the marriage about the same time that I packed myself off to college.He blamed Bad News Bear...for it all, loss of career, his wife, near poverty, estrangement with his only son, exile from his beloved hometown of New York, his growing alcoholism and chain-smoking, you name it. The bear was to blame. He was still cursing the show on his deathbed. Maybe he was even right. The experience certainly hadn't done me much good either!As for. "You love my Daddy, and you like having sex with him. I love having sex with your Daddy too. My problem is I love having sex with both of them." Me too!" moaned Denise. "See what I mean? What are we going to do?" Can't we just keep sleeping with them?" asked Cindy."Can we?" moaned Denise. "We're back home now. This is all so normal," she said, waving her hand around the room. "It isn't normal for us to just fuck them whenever we want to!" Why not?" asked Cindy. "People do it with their lovers. (On a side note: the characters seem to be taking a bit of a Non Consensual/Reluctance turn. Just an advance warning as it’s not to everyone’s taste, there are many talented authors on Lit that I suggest your peruse if this doesn’t appeal to you. This story is being listed under Novels/Novellas and the short description may not be explanatory enough.) — Azalea slowly opened her eyes, not that there was much to see in the darkness. Her body felt as though she’d been used as a punching bag.. . maybe i am are just naked. he moves to stand behind me, put his hands on my hips and traces his hands around to my navel, fingertips resting lightly on my tummy. his breath is on my neck and shoulder and my arms fall to my sides as i tilt my head back against him. his fingers move up, 8 tips curved together tracing up my tummy to my ribs then up between my firm little boobs, i raise my arms to accommodate the movement of his hands... he gently rubs the skin over my breastbone. he drops to.