"Lynette gasped. Those names, Simon and Sarah were ones she had heard her abusers use with each other."What is it?" asked Marissa."Oh ... nothing. I j...st thought I'd heard those names before." The father's abuse was ... excessive," continued Marissa."You mean... ?" Yes, so the stories go, he raped his own daughter repeatedly and it was said the mother not only knew of it, but helped even to the point of holding the girl down while the father ... oh, it's just too gruesome.'"No, I'd like to. In a way it was good that I was there. We discovered that I had some anger management issues that needed to be worked out,” Harry said. He was seeing a psychologist twice a week because of that day. Seeing the expression on the mother’s face, he added, “It’s a long story.”Shirley said, “We’ve wanted to meet you for such a long time to thank you for saving our son.”“You can say that again,” Daryl said, “That was some brave thing you did.”Harry didn’t feel that it had been a particularly brave. .. Images come unbidden into my mind.His dick inside of me, pounding me doggy style.My mouth wrapped around a throbbing cock.Me on top, screaming his name.My blush increases, and I look back into his eyes. He's smirking, and he leans against the doorway, eyes twinkling."Uh... Well, I-I was mak-king cook-kies and I w-was w-wondering..." Stutters fill my speech, and his smirk turns into a grin."What's wrong, Jen, got something on your mind?" He winks, and I swallow."I was wondering if I could. The material was sticking to my chest and my nipple was showing thru. He asks, what happened? His friend answers, she spilled her water. He didn't say anything. So I pointed my chest at him to give him a better look. I might as well been topless. They are both quiet. Then I pinched the material and pulled it away almost completely exposing my tits, and kind of flapped it, like I was trying to dry it. I bent over one more time, looking at the motor with my blouse wide open. And I guess that was.