Somehow, he knew. “Who told you?” She raged. “Who the fuck told you? “That’s a secret, Monica. I told you, you needed to behave. This is st...ike one. You promised to be a good girl and not do any more stripping parties, or be the school slut. You agreed. And you lied to me.” “It was for a lot of money. I would have been a fool to turn it down.” “But instead you were a fool, and didn’t turn it down. For that, I’m increasing your punishment. I’m going to have sex with you. I can still give you. .Well maybe the sleeping part does not always apply but enough love and fluids have been exchanged to make us family As we all lead busy lifes with work, things got into some sort of a routine now but it was not always like that, when things started it was like a brush fire consuming us all. But more about that later. More about the "special occasions" later too For now I guess I should start with who we are and our sex life at this timeJulia as you might have guessed is my beloved wife. She's. I looked at the men around me and wondered how big their cocks were. A man walked toward me, he was wearing tight pants and I could see the outline of his cock. He was packing. As he passed by me I had to squelch the urge to reach out for it.I put my head back and closed my eyes. I imagined sucking it, feeling it grow in my mouth till it was hard as rock. I imagined my tongue sliding over the head, around the ridge and hearing him moan with pleasure. I could almost feel him pushing his length. What if the cops did come? What of they did arrest her, what would happen to Dylan? Where would he go? Her parents would get him. Or he would end up in foster care.Though she hated her mother, Dylan would be far better off in their care than in foster care. Her mother was fine as long as you did everything right. The problem is, no one does everything right. Growing up is about finding your way, and sometimes you make mistakes. And when you do, you don’t want to be beaten over the head with it,.