And there were no problems until she tried to interrupt that natural flow of exploration, experimentation, and ... well ... happiness.What happened wa... that she lost faith in her own philosophy, and she tried to undo everything. Or at least stop it in its tracks.And that didn’t go well for Brinn.He didn’t get in any more fights, and he didn’t get kicked out of school again, but by Christmas break, when grade reports came out, he was failing in three classes and his only other grades were a D. Fucking at the dinner table wasn’t the only time my father messed with me. Most mornings he’d come into my room before I got up, stroking his fully erect morning wood. He’d slap my face with his stiff dick until I woke up, then he’d shove it into my mouth for a blowjob before I got up to get ready for school. If he slept late, he’d find me in the bathroom and fuck me from behind while I brushed my teeth, slapping and squeezing both of my tits as he shoved his prick in and out of my pussy until. "Like the view, bitch? Is it hot enough for you? Maybe if you did a betterjob sucking my cock you wouldn't have to suffer like this for twentyminutes at a time." She fucked his throat deeply and powerfully,withdrawing only half of her fleshy rod before burying it back in hissloppy mouth. James' arms stuck to the cum splattered cushions like glue,her recent emissions and the intense heat creating a powerful adhesive asshe continued thrusting him into the sticky leather mess. Moans andsucking. Then, dressing her in a pair of 6” heels, bra and white cotton panties. She lays on the bed and waits.I return to the living room, watching out the window, waiting to see you pull in the driveway. I send you a text, telling you, when you come home, please go to the bedroom. I am dressed only in one of your long sleeve dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of white cotton panties. Finally, I see you pull in and immediately start to get wet knowing what is about to happen. Slipping.