To my horror, there was a head between my legs and someone was eating me out for all they were worth. I pushed at the trespasser and heard an all too ...amiliar voice. “Calm down baby girl. You’re dreaming and daddy wants to make it a good dream.” At first I didn’t believe it, but why else would my daddy be doing what he was? As I lay back and gave in, my legs instinctively spread and I heard a sound of approval. Daddy’s tongue rubbed roughly against my clit and I let out a cry when he nipped. I heard all their names, but there were no formal introductions, so in all the craziness, the only two that I really remember well are Kevin and James. I also remember Larry, Trey, Mike, Bobby, Will, and Jason.We were all dancing up front when I finished my glass of champagne and handed it to Mike. Now that my hands were free, I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the ground. Next thing I knew, Larry's lips were on my sensitive nipples, sucking away! MMMMMMMMMMM! That felt so fuckin'. Do you want me to clean up the wound?" No, thank you, I'll clean it. I sure hope, that you know I shouldn't be here at all, Annie. If anything happens, like a bad infection or some permanent damage, I risk a severe sentence for doing unqualified medical service. You know that, don't you?" Yes, Anton, and I am so grateful that you'll help. Of course I'd never tell it was you. Never."Over the next half hour we did not talk much as I patched up the drunken vicar. When I squeezed in the. I love you too,” I whispered into the phone before replacing the handset in its cradle. It was a Friday morning, almost a full year after the events told in Sandie’s First Swing had taken place and I was at home. My husband Tom was at work and as I wished him a safe journey to his weekend conference, I knew I would miss him terribly. Despite this, I was feeling good; good about us, our family and about our life, in sharp contrast to the terrible condition I had been in only three months ago and.