The old bloke was saying something to the daughter and she kept shaking her head, he then got up and took the little girl by the arm and took her back...to the chair and sat her on his lap "surely not" I thought! but surely yes, as he almost immediately slipped his hand up her school dress, he forced her legs apart and sat there playing with her cunt inside her little white cotton knickers, after about five minutes he stopped and proceeded to get his cock out and put the girls hand on it, she. Gradually, I could feel my saliva lubricated throat relaxing and opening up until eventually it offered virtually no resistance to the invasion and he was able to effortlessly slide the engorged head of his cock from just inside my mouth to completely down my gullet in one long smooth stroke. I don’t remember ever feeling anything this erotically satisfying and exciting. As soon as I became accustomed to the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out he continued rapidly fucking my throat. I was. "Yeah, I've heard moms screams a lot before. By the way you have a lot of stamina." He blushed, "Sorry about that. It's just I'm really pent up with your mom being gone so much, I have to get it out while I can. You know me and her met up on the internet right, we hit it off and in the spur of the moment we married." I looked at him, "I always wondered how she got a guy like you." "What do you mean a guy like me?" he asked. I looked down. "Nice, funny, smart....sexy." I blushed. . I spent much of my time reading from her library, which had many books on feminist philosophy. I had always disdained such things as unworthy of a real man, but now I was learning that there are other ways to approach life besides being a macho, driving executive. In the evenings Jenny and I had long, intimate talks. I tried to make sense of what I was reading, of how it related to me and what I could learn from it. She helped me understand, to find my way in the new life I was living.When my.