I began wiggling and laughing, but almost screamed when he stuck it in my belly button itself. He laughed cruelly and kept bring the feather lower on ...y belly. He tickled the insides of my thighs and moved to the back of my knees. I was in tears from laughing and was begging him to stop; he did stop, in a way. Samuel placed the feather on my stomach arched down with the tip in my belly button so he didn’t even have to do anything to tickle me. By me breathing to hard or even moving the. He just sat there, holding her hand. He thought about the many times he had been imperfect. His thoughts traveled to that night and day of mutual unfaithfulness, the agony it created. He wondered how little meaning the incident had for them at this time of their lives."I wish I hadn't thought of that." We did alright together," he assured her. "The kids turned out well. You were a wonderful mother."The last statement brought out another tear. Hal let this one run its full course, hoping that. She seemed a little annoyed at the men prompting her to stand and push them back while admonishing them to leave us alone. Now naked, I could see the long, thick, black cock Cassandra had been keeping under her skirt. A shock. What now? Stand up, pull up my pants and bolt from the apartment? No where to go on a cold night in a foreign town. Not proceed and make a large protest? But Cassandra's mouth was pure heaven on my cock. I wanted more of that. Maybe I could have sex and never touch that. Since my darling Jen left three days earlier, I hadn’t hardly eaten anything but dad always knows how to get me to eat and he’d made me roast chicken with all the trimmings. He didn’t say another word, just sat there and watched me eat, I kept looking up at him and all he did was to smile back at me.I think within minutes I had finished the whole plate.“Let me get you some more,” he said, and off he went.“No dad, I couldn’t eat any more, please, I’m stuffed.”But this time when he came back.