First from fat Mrs. Bessemer, but then, because everyone said I was getting so good, Mr. Trombley.It was a drive to get to Mr. Trombley's. He and his ...ife lived in a big house clear on the other side of town, so my mom had to drive me over there. Every Thursday afternoon, four o'clock. One hour. My mom told me it wasn't that much of a hardship because she could grocery shop during that hour over at the discount grocery. Hi-Lo, I think it was called. Thursdays was double coupon day or something. I told him you were sleeping.”A loud knock came from the entrance to my apartments, muffled by my closed bedroom door. “Ava, my sweetling, open up. I need to see you.”I shivered. He’d been gone for a week. A week free of my father’s lusting eyes. Of not having to give him handjobs and blowjobs to fend off his desire for my body. But day-by-day, he came closer and closer to crossing that line into incest. I knew one day I’d have to surrender to him.So I had to keep up the pretense I loved him.. "Breaking away I said, "Heather that's Katherine. She's a very special young woman too. The others will introduce you. I need to go to Vicky now." And I quickly headed for the stairs.I went upstairs and found Vicky in one of the spare bedrooms laying face down, with her head buried in a pillow crying."Vicky," I said softly as I entered.She abruptly sat up and glared at me."You left me!" She choked out the words. "Why didn't you let me go with you, die with you even? Why did you make me love you. Remembering the doctor’s earlier advice about the little magic pill that made my prostate deprived cock upstanding for four full hours, I immediately cut off my fuck session and went to her office for remedial correction.I really had not expected the remedy to entail a stretching of my anal passageway and only the fact my partner was a female with artificial equipment allowed me to take it like a man and pretend it was all for medicinal purposes.My generally limp dick was as hard as a rock and.