"Mmmm, and just what are you trying to do down there?" I taunt, slowly stroking my dick with long, gradual pumps of my fist. "You know what I'm trying...to do," you answer quietly. "I want to lick your ass." "Hmmm, maybe you should ask nicely," I state, clutching your hair in my grasping hand as I pull your head back as I look down into your sparkling eyes. "Can I lick your ass, Daddy?" you innocently ask, looking up at me with your mouth agape. "Please." Now why would I let a dirty little cunt. He seemed to take pleasure in doing things he knew were wrong. His parents had given up on him, but that was probably a big part of the problem.They shouldn’t have been parents in the first place. They were ill-prepared to raise a child, and especially one who may have had some issues. Abbott himself, more than likely, didn’t know why he acted out in the way he did.He spent most of his youth in custody, growing up in juvenile confinement. Upon reaching eighteen, he was released into society and. Mom had come to loath Evelyn Reinhart with a passion that bordered onthe irrational. There was no logical reason for her hatred; she hardlyknew Eva, had traded maybe a hundred words with her, and most of thosehad been at their introduction. But Mom despised her all the same.During her less lucid moments, she held, long, rambling monologues withherself, attacking first Eve and then my father with equal venom.Sometimes, she seemed to imagine that Dad had run off with Eve, or atleast someone like. She became such a real wild woman in bed that it wasn't uncommon for me to have to cry uncle when she fucked my cock into a state of total exhaustion. I didn't complain though because her antidote for reviving it was to tongue fuck my ass and then give me a fantastic blow job where she relished eating my cum.We also developed a continuing close friendship with Ingrid. We saw her on a regular basis to help her structure the scholarly paper that she hoped to publish about her work with Lydia and.