.. It’s all right. He’s never gonna hurt you like that again. He’s gone. Just a buncha’ ashes in a box, now.” I realized, for her sake, I ha... to come clean. “Marlo, I have to tell you something.”“What?”“It umm ... was me.” I felt terrible that after twenty-five years I was the cause of such pain.“What was you?” she asked.“I took the pen from the table.”She turned to face me, “You took the pen? Why? How could you do that and not say anything?”“Marlo, I was six years old. I didn’t know. I saw it. While Denise loved getting fucked in the ass almost as much as in the pussy, there was nothing like the feeling of one of the guys fucking her in the ass while the other was in her cunt. The overstuffed feeling it gave her was almost overwhelming too... almost. The only way it could be better would be if there was another cock to stuff down her throat. So far she had never experienced that sensation, but was willing to substitute her best friend Leah's pussy in her mouth for the time being.. What was even more awesome was the sight of the cute guy fucking her like he had me just seconds before. My friend knew exactly what she was doing and within a couple minutes had made me orgasm not once, but twice. At the time she made me orgasm the second time the guy also came inside my friend. And between him groaning and pleasure, and me orgasming the second time I don’t know if my friend came. All I knew was I wanted to taste her again. I pushed her to the ground and leaned forward to get. Just before they left I got out the two pans of cinnamon rolls I’d held back, gifting to them for such a splendid day.Amanda sighed. “When Marcus and Tammy taste these I’m doomed. You know you have to teach me how to make these.” Marcus and Tammy were her seven year old son and five year old daughter. They were great kids, polite and respectful well beyond the norm.Chloe agreed. “I’m going to hide these, and give them out one at a time to hubby and Junior, if they behave. One taste and I’m sure.