After several minutes of this relentless tongue lashing, Candy raised her nubile hips off the bed while she came in the flyers mouth, pulling her hair...and clamping her head in her thighs probably a little too hard. Stacey drank it in, and kept on lapping, loving the intoxicating pheromones and delighted to please the other girl. Candy too, wanted her to keep going. She was multi-orgasmic and was hoping to give the beautiful flyer as much practice as she wanted, while she gave herself to her. To a young 11-year-old girl who was recovering from sexual abuse, Bethany was the center of her universe, a simple non-threatening way for her to come slowly back to reality. To her Mother and I she was a joy to our lives and an erosion of our parental zeal, as Bethany also had another part of her life seen only by a few people. There were times I felt helpless, watching the instant that her face would contort in pain and she would scream out as if in the grip of some unseen terror or watching. They sucked avidly at each other. He could feel her hot breath quickening as she licked and swallowed, happy soft purrs of pleasure floating up from her.While the kiss continued, he reached for her and rubbed his hand across her trim belly, up until he touched her nearest breast. Tenderly he stroked the underside, then felt his way up to the swollen nipple. Between his thumb and forefinger he tweaked it, and she squirmed around recklessly on her ass and moaned louder.God, thought Bill, she's. .."What did you just call me, boy?" my voice almost cracked under theweight of my contempt for him, but it managed to hold. He just stoodtheir, shocked and sputtering, his boyish face twisted into a tight knotof rage, his fists clenched into balls of impotent white knuckled fury.Sure he could hit me, but he's be breaking his Daddy's precious rules.And he wouldn't dare do that. And with the way I was feeling, I didn'tthink I'd need his father to protect me. I felt like I could swat himlike the.