.. they were so young for their ages anyway!When a few moments later she heard the front door slam, she burst into tears again, at how unfair Don was,...criticizing her that way... for no apparent reason!She spent the entire day in her room. Once she heard noises outside and she figured the kids were making themselves lunch. But she stayed in the bedroom, she just couldn't face them or anyone else for that matter. She was reading a good mystery novel that helped take her mind off things, and she. She did look stunning.“You think we can back to the club again? I think I’ve found my look.”“OK, very funny.”“It’s your turn.” She said almost singing.“I have never done this, it’s not mine, I never….” I was really a little bit scared.“Here’s the deal .” She said. “I can fuck that, and then you can fuck this.” She said and turned around spreading her ass cheeks apart. “You like this don’t you.”“I love that.”She climbed into the bed and started scratching my chest with her fingernails. “Now just. Inside me I was still wet.Well, maybe not wet, but moist. My fingers spread what liquids I hadas lubrication by twisting and pulling out and then plunging back inagain.To my utmost pride, my pussy opened up right away. My psyche wantsit, it tells my brain, which tells my body, which immediately preparesfor it.Cock.Inside me.Most importantly, Peters cock. And most importantly, I recalled amorning just a few days ago where he woke me up by sucking on mylittle cock, and I remember being truly. She rarely let me do that anymore. She put her lipsright up to my ear. The feel of her breath on my ear almost made me cum. Icould feel my cock was almost ready to explode. "Denny, if you are a good boylike this for the rest of the week, I may let you masturbate on Saturday." Saturday! I thought. This was Wednesday, and I had not cum in 3 weeks. Iwas so disappointed. I felt so dejected, but I had to remain composed or Beckywould know it and make me wait longer. "Denny, after I go to sleep you.