I stood against the counter, took a sip of my hot coffee and Micah darted into my mind. Micah was the same age as I was. We had met ten years ago in h...gh school when I was a depressed, suicidal teenager. He swooped in and taught me how to love myself. I was always grateful for that. Micah was handsome, kind, charming, goofy and everybody loved him. He was working his ass off at two jobs so I could work on opening my own business venture from home. I reminded myself that I was so lucky to have. Pearl made a sound of protest as her brother undid the buttons of his trousers and she felt the strange pole of his erection as he pressed it between her fat buttocks. He grunted as he clutched her to him, making her hold still as he covered their indecent touching with her long skirts. He kissed her ear as he rubbed his cock in the tight squeeze between their bodies. We will do so much more&hellip,, he murmured, his hand moving over her tight bodice to feel her nipples tighten beneath the. Tears were rolling down my cheecks. Juans dad,I wont let you breathe until you get it all the way in. I felt like a helpless whore, on my knees, my hands held behind my back, my eyes filled with tears, my face with dried saliva and mucus all over it, and more saliva drooling down my ching into my chest, with a big, smelly, dirty dick that had just been inside my mom trying to get into my throat. I felt truly humiliated. I felt like I was gonna die. I knew I had to get it all the way in, so I. . but I mustn't get carried away about my dahlias. I'm told I can be a bit of a bore about them and, besides, they're not really relevant to the story.Behind the 'pretty bit' is the working garden. Here is where I grow fruit and vegetables. I started it when the children were small. Connie and I, having grown up in the times of asperity after the War, believed that children should get a balanced diet. We thought it might encourage them to eat vegetables and things if they came from our garden..