I can’t deny I was getting a bit worried about what she had in store for me, but I knew that whatever it was I had no choice but to submit to it, an... that I would end up enjoying it, even if parts of it proved painful, awkward or demeaning. If I didn’t like those things, I wouldn’t be with her after all.“Haven’t you noticed anything peculiar about my socks lately?” she asked as she made her way.“I can’t say I have, sorry”, I replied.“Right”, she said. “You’re selfish and unobservant. Do you. “YOU FUCKING PSYCHO! I'M CALLING THE POLICE AS SOON AS MOM GETS HOME AND UNTIES ME! I DONT CARE IF WE BOTH GO TO PRISON!” Teresa screamed. Jenn just laughed and asked “do you know what prison dikes do?”. “It can't be as bad as what you're doing, this shit BURNS!” Jenn kept sliding the botle in and out and looked at Teresa “picture being in the prison yard and fist raped by someone who decided to cover their hand with gravel...Its like being dildoed with sandpaper...say that gaves me an idea.. I didnt bother knocking since I knew he was asleep and just opened his door. He looked so peacefully sleeping that I almost didnt have the heart to wake him up, almost. The sight reminded me of how I use to wake up my husband back in the day. I creepily crawled into his bed, straddling myself against him and doing my best to not wake him preemptively. I moved his head from the side so that it was facing me and started making out with him. He really did seem tired and it took a few seconds. It was a lot bigger than the cherry one.When I began to whimper, my Dad pulled away letting me breathe. Then he gave me the other lollipop back. Cherry again...smaller.It was easier to suck on than the other one, my tongue rolling over the round candy surface.“Daddy…” I whispered into the dark, his hand coming to grab my head then. He stroked my cheek, his voice hesitant as he spoke next.“...Yes, Babygirl?” he asked.“It tastes good, Daddy,” I sleepily whimpered.He seemed to relax then, pulling.