We reach the bench and he sits, motioning to the spot right beside him. "So, do you come here often?" I cringe as I realize how lame I sound. "Occas...onally," he admits. "But, I have never seen you in here before." "No, this is my first time in here." I say. "My boyfriend didn't like me to drink, so I have pretty much been a hermit for the last two years." "You say that as if he is past tense." He stares at me expectantly. "Yep! 'Dickhead' broke up with me today... with a text!" I tell him.. When I got my hand on the door trying to close it, my father in law Krishna grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. He wrapped his big arms around me and forced his lips on mine.I tried to push him away but his arms’ grip around me was so strong I couldn’t break away and our lips were sealed together. He tried to push his tongue through my lips forcefully into my mouth but I sealed my lips tightly denying him to insert his tongue into my mouth. I kept fighting him off then finally he. At first it was just that she seemed a little less enthusiastic whenever I wanted sex, she wouldn’t turn me down but just seemed like it had suddenly become a chore she had to do rather than something she looked forward to. Over several months the sex and closeness just got less and less. I thought that it was just a phase she was going through and that it would blow over given time and lots of hugs but it just kept getting worse until now its like living in an armed camp. When I tried to talk. Mark cried, "Yes, thank you! Thank you for fucking me. It felt so good, so good."I rolled over off of Mark and he turned on his side facing me. His prize seven inch penis was still hard and it was obvious that Mark had not cum. He started to stroke his cock and I reached out and grabbed his wrist, "No way Mark, you got my cum now I get yours." I ordered him. "You want to be fucked?" Mark asked. "No dude, well not in my ass anyway. I want you to fuck my face, deep throat me. I will lay here and.