” When she looked at me, I said, “Let’s call it what it is. You might have left The Vic with the arsehole willingly but the first time you said ...o, when he held you back when you tried to leave and forced you to your knees, then it became rape.”Her eyes grew wide with shock. “God, I never thought of it like that.”“I bet your dad did. I bet as you told him what happened, he sat there thinking of what he’d like to do with the bastards who raped his little girl.”She went quiet for a long time. At. At seventeen, I did have my first date; well, many would not recognize it as a date. A boy named Sam from our church took me to a movie night my father hosted in the church's basement. Sam was a boy who would talk to my father because he wanted to follow in my father's footsteps and become a minister. My father liked Sam, probably more than I did, but I felt like a big girl to have a date. Our date consisted of watching the movie, Sam never attempted to hold my hand, and there was no kiss. Her tongue shot out and she began to lick and lave the girl's steaming pussy. Cindy gasped and moaned. Valerie's tongue was as good as she had imagined it would be, working its moist magic on her smoldering cunt."God--your cunt is so fucking delicious," Valerie murmured, stabbing her tongue up the girl's fuck-hole and then flicking it across her tingling clit.Her lips clamped over Cindy's frothy cunt slot and she sucked with enthusiasm. Neglected, Buck whined and humped, shoving his prick. Her hand came up to my forehead and swept over my head with a soft caress. She leaned in again to briefly touch our lips together.Then she turned to my mother and our daughter. Her face was beaming as she told my mother, "Michael asked me to marry him today."Continuing to snugly hold her Granddaughter to her breast, my mother beamed back at us. The waterfall that had subsided a little while ago, began to flow again. "Oh, that's wonderful," my mother told her.My mother glanced down at the.