I was trapped, in order to secure my inocence I needed to do this, if not he would know I had been pretending and realise I was a sad fuck of a woman,...so I needed to do this and protect my reputation in his and our friends eyes.I raised my leg and eased the wooden bulbous over into my vaginal entrance and slowly worked on it, inching down on it, until, even surprising myself it eased into me and suddenly I could go down no further, as the cross spar was sitting between my ass cheeks.John had. The last visit I had with Brenda she wore this low cut loose fitting top, and as she wrote my receipt leaning forward torwards me, I got a full unobstructed view of her small spread apart tits with no bra. She looked up at me and smiled, catching me looking. I smiled in return and Brenda said "have a nice day". "I sure will" I said in return smiling back at her. I immediately went home and jerked off feverishly to Brenda and her tits, cumming all over myself. The next vist I showed up on time. He was experiencing survivor’s guilt every bit as much as his daughter was.He had never blamed his daughter, only himself. Part of the reason he avoided his daughter was because he didn’t want her to blame him too. Whenever he thought about how his wife had died, he always thought ‘it should have been me instead’. Every time he saw his daughter, who looked so much like her mother, he was reminded of that guilt.Mom was right. There was more to this than what first met the eye, which is why she. I licked and lapped at her inner walls and my index finger had no difficulty finding her engorged button. Already on a sexual high it only took a few seconds for her to cum again.‘Bill you really know how to hit the right spot … that was wonderful’My cock had been on high alert pretty much all day and I badly needed to release my sexual tension. I stood up, unbuckled and dropped my trousers and pants. My cock was rock hard and released at last from its fabric prison, it sprung to attention. I.