He used to call me Karate Boy and was always telling me how much he thought Karate was bullshit and he knew a guy who knew a guy and so on.... If it w...sn't for Julie I'd have given him a chance to back up those stories.When my sister filed for divorce Mr. Right begged and pleaded saying it had only happened once and he'd never do it again. Outside the courthouse he grabbed her arm and tried to drag her to his car. Luckily I got there just in time. I was ready for this clown, but before anything. ThereI was, a 7 or 8 year old little boy wearing this huge white bra sitting onthe couch watching TV and waiting for my father to come home to punish me.I don't remember anything about the punishment but I sure do remember thetwo or three hours I spent wearing this wonderful apparatus. I believe itwas a lacy 'cross your heart' style, about a 40D. Looking down at my chestand seeing this thing outline where my breasts should be was absolutelyamazing. Instead of a punishment my mom advanced my. "Oh please... please don't stop, lover!" she almost pathetically hissed down at him, suddenly grasping hold of his huge head with gentle hands. "More, baby... lick it more... please... ?"He let her guide him back down between her quivering, anxiously spread thighs, a whimper an animalistic groan of her own, the blonde, lust-intoxicated young wife drew her knees back to her breasts, pulling his nose back tight down into her wetly throbbing vagina!His loving tongue flicked up the fire-filled. I flet his cock twitching in my mouth. As i moved my head up from his cock he shot sperm on my lips and on my left cheek. Lick off the cum from my lips but he stopped me from cleaning his cum off my cheek. He said “time we went in” i was nervous that someone would notice his cum on my cheek and all I could taste in my mouth was his sperm. As we walked in he had his hand wrapped around my butt and i could hear a couple of people giggling. We walked up to the ticket kiosk and got the them and I.