"I'm not going to hurt you, darling. I promise. Just lay back and enjoy."Angel hesitated but then she layed back down.Derek started kissing her pussy ...gain. She smelled so good. Like nothing ever before. It's been a while since he'd eaten pussy and he knew this one would be good. He used his thumbs to open her little pussy and he stuck his large tongue inside. She was so wet. It would be so easy for his cock to slide right in. But he wouldn't do that to her unless she asked him. Derek moved his. What I do remember were bits and pieces, things like the father daughter dates he took me on, I remembered that we use to do that all the time. I remembered laying on the floor and coloring with him, I remembered that he always let me paint his toe nails and finger nails. I remembered those things, and those memories started to come out more as I got older. By my 12th birthday, I realized that my mom wasn't in any of those memories at all, none of them, and I couldn't figure out why. The more I. I wondered if she was downplaying it too, but part of me didn't even care. Maybe she was still thinking about Derek, but I was thinking about Ken. It was taking all of my restraint not to call or text him. This was supposed to be a one-time thing, but we exchanged numbers anyway. Then one day I got a text. It said, "I can't stop thinking about you. Let's meet." I was shocked, and I didn't know how to respond. I never wanted to hurt Ellie, but my desire to be with him again was too. Their apartment had a spacious living room and one bedroom with a connecting bathroom. His wife and I helped the old man into the bedroom where we sat him upon the bed, feet up and with a pillow behind his head.After all the beer drinking I had to use the bathroom so she walked me there, switched on the light for me and turned around leaving the door open. While I was taking a piss with my pants and boxer shorts down I hear the wife come back in..The next thing I feel is her hand from behind.