Abby knew in that instant, and for certain, she was falling in love with Brad Miller. “I just hope you can match that when you propose to me,” she...remarked with confidence.“Maybe from the top of a mountain or under a nice tree the day I get drafted into the NHL,” he replied.“I’d have to wait until you’re eighteen? I don’t know if I can wait that long,” Abby said as she slipped off Brad’s lap to look at Karen’s engagement ring. Brad stood, and his mom gave him an appreciative kiss and hug.“Oh. I had three bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, back room, inside toilet, separate bathroom and large windows that let lots of light in. As she walked through the door, she wandered round, gliding her hand along all the surfaces, memorising them underneath her fingers. There were photos of my parents around the house, she looked at them and smiled, placing them back where they were and resting her head on my shoulder. --- After she had been with me for a few days, I decided that I should treat. "You will finally get to see what I have in the basement," he said. "Okay, but, daddy, please, eat me first," she responded. He looked at her, thinking a moment, then said, "Okay. Sit. Ass on the edge." She does as she is told, spreading her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her pussy lips, and the pink hole underneath. He got down on his knees, placed his arms under her thighs, letting his hands rest on top of them to hold them open, then slowly licked her lips from below her fuck hole. Damaged beyond repair, a life of endless crying and heartbreak. I made the most important decision of my life while I was trapped in there; I wasn't going to be one of these people. These lives that lived but aren't truly alive. Since this decision, I've regained my sanity, my sex drive, and improved my quality of life. Including sex that doesn't get any better.As I draw near the climax of my story, I just want to say that the connection Ashley and I shared since that first moment was nothing.