The day he died, us kids just cried and cried with mum. Even now, all these years later, we still miss him… and mum now, of course. But dad… well,...he was one in a million. The police had to close all the roads around the church on the day of his funeral. Thousands of people turned up, people he’d touched in one way or another.”Marcus’s eyes glistened as he talked and I reached to hold his hand. “Thank you,” I said, and kissed him.“What for?”“For telling me something that’s obviously very. He pulls his finger out and replaces it with two. The fit tightens, and it feels dry and rough for a minute. “Shhhh,” he says, when I whimper. Taking his fingers out, he replaces the two with three, and I feel my hips buck from the shock. “It’s okay, baby. You’re doing perfectly. I need to get your pussy ready for my cock, and all you need to do is relax.” He thrusts his fingers inside of me like a cock, and I find myself moaning in response. When he pulls his fingers out, I feel empty. I feel. I knelt up to help remove it and then went down again, my lips finally touching her tits, feeling the soft warm skin against my mouth as I explored it, the faint scent of her body filling my nostrils, while I let my fingertips do the same as my mouth on her other breast. Deliberately, I ignored her tempting pink nipple at first, kissing all the way down to the underside where it met her chest, then I extended my tongue, dragging it slowly up, tasting her skin, and then circling her nipple. As I. "By who," he questioned? "Frank Butler," came her response. "Jesus," Tommy thought to himself, "Frank Butler is the black custodian at the high school!!!" "You mean Frank the janitor," asked Tommy?!? "Yes," was her solemn reply. "He must have a big cock, huh," asked Tommy? "Very big," came the reply. "Do you suck him," Tommy went on!?! "Yes," she answered dutifully. "Do you let him ejaculate in you mouth," he went on?!? "Yes," she answered again. "Isn't he married," asked Tommy? "Yes," came her.