She could tell they had brought more guards to get her this time, at least 5 more. True, she was a good fighter, but something was off with her that d...y, and she didn’t want the hassle. She let her head fall backward before calling out ‘I give up today. Just today. Take me home.’ and collapsing into the water. As she sank deeper and deeper she could just barely make out their confused voices. Before she completely sank to the shallow bottom, she could almost swear she heard a voice whispering. I looked at the first set of live breasts I had ever seen and thought they were perfect. I lusted to reach out and touch them but they each began touching and playing with a tit.I decided to focus on what was available and slid my fingers up to her crotch. I explored how she felt through the material of her shorts and then slipped my fingers up one leg and tried to touch her pussy. I couldn't feel much and decided to get past those shorts. I unzipped and then unhooked her pants and started. She starts to lick around the base of my cock. She moves up the greased pole and starts flicking her tongue on the beet red head.“Jesus, wife, if feels sooo good. Is that okay – should I call you ‘wife?” I see the bulge of my organ encased in her cheek.She opens her mouth releasing my penis and clears her throat, “Randy, baby, you can call me whatever you want –‘wife,’ ‘darling, ‘slut’ or ‘cum-bucket,’ I don’t care when I have this beautiful baby-maker in my mouth!” She swoops down and vacuums. It was a confusing time. She hadn't given up hope that her mother would act like a mother. Each episode in which she was disappointed by her mother's behavior was taken very personally.She said, "I know those aren't big things to complain about. You were busy. I was just a kid with kid problems. I know my problems weren't really all that important compared to adult problems, but they were mine and they were important to me. I was left with no one to help me with them."That's not true. Dad was.