I run my nervous fingers through her hair and place my hand behind her neck. I lean down and push my lips against hers. She kisses me back with a fier..., intense passion like she wants to feed on me. Her tongue brushes the inside of my top lip before gently biting my lower. I have never felt that need directed at me before and it just fuels my desire for her even more. I force her backwards through the kitchen door, both of us taking tiny steps, mine to avoid walking on her bare manicured toes.. Tricia reached her hands down to brace herself on Angie's tits as she settled her swollen wet pussy lips against Angie's waiting tongue with a sigh of pleasure.I stepped aside to enjoy a better view of the intensely erotic scene of Tricia playfully bumping and pressing her pussy and clit against Angie's eager tongue, and I couldn't resist my horny urge to massage my swelling cock. As Tricia's clit began to ache she pushed her wet pussy against Angie's tongue, grinding with the motion of her. "No Chris, I don't know how it is. Tell me." I said firmly, having no intention of being fobbed off with excuses.He stroked my arm lightly as I half lay across his lap. "I have the kids almost every night — my Mum baby-sits them if I need to go out. On the nights I don't, I couldn't take you back to mine because the neighbours would only blab to Cindy and cause me grief. You live at home so we can't go there either."I thought about this for a moment, then said, "You could come back to mine, Mum. I could see how much the confrontation was hurting him. His voice was shaking and there were tears dripping down his cheeks as he answered me. “I didn’t want to lose you. That’s why I went to counseling and asked for reasons to stay married to you.” Chapter Eight: Erick’s storyI have a poor self-image largely due to being beaten throughout my childhood, starting at eight years old, and continuing well into my teen years, by my stepfather.Every time I tried to stand up for myself, he would beat.