"I mentioned David to her and she just passed on as though she could hardly remember who he was. She certainly didn’t remember the fuck in the woods... I told her a totally different story about our return home. I said the taxi had dropped us off a few streets away and we had had a romantic stroll home. She was happy with the story and took it on board as though she remembered the whole event.When Vikki had gone off to visit a neighbour I took stock of the evening and wondered if this amnesia was. After a while she stopped kissing me, she kissed her way down to my right breast, and sucked on it like she was trying to get milk out of it, like you did when you were a baby.She bit my nipple, not hard but, still hard enough, She then sucked on my left breast. She then kissed her way down to my, very wet pussy, omg she was so good at it, I had several orgasms that night. And I gave her several too. We even licked each other’s ass holes too. The last thing we did was in the bathtub. She got in. Rosa bit her lower lip and pushed on. ‘She’s almost eighteen now. Goes to high school, gets good grades. Gonna go to college too.’ This last carried a defiant tone. ‘That’s okay. A woman as good looking as you are figures to have had a few men in her life. Getting pregnant is kind of an occupational hazard.’ ‘Hey! I’m not a whore!’ Rosa spat out. ‘Whoa! Never said you were. Didn’t mean to imply it either. Sorry if I offended you.’ Rosa calmed down. ‘Her father was Swedish, a blond god – like a. The look on her face was frightening to me, she looked reallyangry. She pointed to the stairs and told me to get up to my bedroomimmediately. I went and she followed close behind.When we got into the room, she closed and locked the door. She pointedto my single bed and told me to crawl up on it and get on my hands andknees. My mother had always been the disciplinarian in our family (I wasan only child), so I had an idea of what was coming, but never did Iexpect what happened next. As I started.