You don’t know what you are missing.”Grace looked shocked. “Why do you use those words? They are filthy.”“Well they seemed to get you very w...rked up last night. What would like me to call it? Your Fur Burger, Vale of Eden, Heavenly Grotto, Fanny. They are all just words.” Leaning to her ear again, I whispered. “But it is a beautiful Cunt.”She went crimson, but smiled and looked down at her shoes.“So next time I had better give you a good nibble down there,” I said."No! I said we can’t do that. ” “I know what you mean.” He continues, “At least you get to see your son, I haven’t seen my daughter for almost a year. I pay child support, and ask for visitation rights. But my girl won’t let me see my daughter.” “How old is she?” “Five. I was previously married to a head case, before my last girlfriend. Things didn’t work out between us, so I filed for divorce. At that time, she didn’t want to me to divorce her, so she held out. By the time my daughter turned three, her mother finally gave. Then the two of them where all over me. kissing me, sucking me. Poking, feeling. Then they threw me onto the bed. They where chatting away to each other in a foreign language. They must have been discussing who was going to do what, first.The both of them got onto the bed. (I didn't know one from the other.) One was between my legs. He lifted them up and put them over his shoulders. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my pussy. I looked down and to say that my eyes nearly popped out,. She'd already memorized a fake birth date for something like this (Shane's, actually, because his was easy to remember). "Okay," the girl answered."Jesus, Terry, you're a dick," the woman who Amy now knew was named Abby replied. She was lighting up a cigarette. Amy focused her attention back on Terry, though."Okay, girl," the man said. "Tell me your date of birth."Amy lied with confidence as she gave him Shane's birthday. He'd just turned eighteen three weeks before.The man seemed to be doing.