Johnny picked me up and put me on the kitchen counter fo(r)cing my legs open. Johnny was attacking me.I tried in vein to push his head back. Once his ...ongue found my clit I wasn't as aggressive in fighting him off. I hadn't had my pussy eaten out in years. His tongue felt wonderful.Johnny what would your mother say?I reluctantly yet lustfully gave in and let Johnny eat me out. I had a hard time processing what was happening to me. His tongue eating me out felt so good. I was starting to enjoy. The only person that I have ever talked to about these things is Joe.”“Joe must never be told what I divulge to you about what is happening. It must remain between you and me only.”“Okay, Joe will never be told. Now, what is going on?”“Well first off, the woman is my wife. Her name is Ronnie and mine is Ron. She is not and never has been a prostitute. Others have taken advantage of an opportunity to charge you for being with her. She was not aware that you were paying until that last night that. His young wife knew damned well that Al was on parole for violation of 288-a PC, California Penal Code - child molesting.The time was the mid sixties. Al was a serial molester. At the time he and his pregnant young wife moved into their new home he had, at a conservative estimate, had sex with over two hundred under age children. This included everything from casual fondling to full penetration.Prior to purchasing their home in North Long Beach, California, Al had managed an apartment complex. "Can I keep my panties on? My pussy is only for my boyfriend to see. Okay?" Sure," said Doug. He opened a small trunk at the foot of the bed and removed a white lump of cloth. "But you'll still need to wear one of these adult incontinence diapers so you'll be able to pee during the night."Tanisha undressed down to her panties, removing her black tube top and bright read jeans. Doug just stared at her nearly naked body for a second until she said, "Can you look away while I put this on?"Doug.