She said “you are an absolute different type of guy, how could yot leave me like that yesterday?” i said “you want to stay unfucked, and we cant...marry, so thought i did the right thing. Also if you get fucked in ass, you can save urself and no worry of getting pregnant, but you ddnt”. She replied “i was so hot if you said you do love me and would marry me, we would fuck, knowing very well you are telling a lie. And for ass, i am no virgin there as i was forced once, so don’t want to try. Thats. I had seen it happen many times before, but this time something felt different. I couldn't link it to anything sexual but I just remember having that scene in my head for the whole week after that. The whole scene as it played out. Mum's hand moving through the air, dad recoiling because he instinctively knows what's coming, and then SLLLLAPPP!! and his body shaking from the sting of the slap at the exact moment when her hand has pressed furthest into his face. Over and over. I also remember. I reached up and let my fingers slide up and down her little pussy. She inhaled sharply as my fingers teased her through her panties. I was pleased to see they were already wet.“Someone has been having naughty thoughts, haven’t they?” I asked while I teased her.“Mmmhmm,” she murmured as she bit her lower lip.I ran my hand down the outside of her right thigh to behind her knee and lifted it, placing her foot on the arm of the chair. I could smell her sweet musky scent as she now stood spread. He didn’t know why, but suddenly he decided that he had to be totally honest with this woman.“Angel,” he said softly. “I need to tell you something. This,” he pointed to his red face, “is all a gimmick to get naive college girls into bed. They all know the story about my name. My name really is Stan Satanowski, which does mean Son of Satan, but my great-grandfather’s real name was Stanowski. The man at immigration added an ‘a’ to the name and that made it his legal name. Gramps figured it.