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 su...face.“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 the first small lolli away again. It was only a second til the bigger, warmer lollipop was pushed. Bridgette, he realized. ‘Jacques? Have I reached monsieur Jacques?’ Bridgette asked in a ridiculously over-the-top French accent. Jack laughed and asked, ‘What’s with the accent, Mignonette?’ ‘Does it sound good? I’ve been practicing. The guests love it!’ ‘It sounds pretty fucking ridiculous, to be honest. You’ve never even been to France.’ ‘I was a concierge at the Paris Las Vegas though, imbécile!’ Bridgette laughed. Jack held in his laugh and asked, ‘Where you at now?’ ‘I’m over at. She physically groaned as she trembled as her first orgasm ripped through her so alive body.She found herself begging James to quit teasing her and give her cunt the attention it craved from his youthful cock. Just then she heard a sharp knock on the bathroom door and without waiting to be called in; the door opened and there stood Robert. Making sure he took in the full view of his naked mother's body; he mumbled that he was going over to his mate's house and would not be back till late and as. Daddy was going to pay for med school, and Mommy turned the screws. Our relationship suffered but we were still a pair. She and I would stay apart for weeks. She said. "We should see other people." I was heartbroken. I begged her, we got together, the sex was hot, then we'd split again.During all this drama, it seemed there were plenty of women who were trying to cheer me up. I was more than willing to be cheered up. Susan had changed me somehow. It was like some secret stamp of approval had.