“Can I have a sip,” she asked. “I like things dirty.” “Sure,” I said and placed the glass near her lips. “Mmm,” she murmured looking m... in the eye. “Salty. Reminds me of semen.” And then she added with her head turned thoughtfully towards the ceiling “Colder though and of course less viscous.” “Excuse me,” I blurted and leaned in to her and whispered, “Did you say semen?” She put her lips to my ear and said, “Yes, I did. I told you I like things dirty. Come, follow me.” Mindlessly, I started. Afraid of how Abby might be treated, theyquietly moved her into homeschooling. For the first time in her life,Abby felt "different", a little less confident of herself, a littleafraid. But she trusted her parents and at least she could be confidentthat she was loved and that she was safe.Abby's mom turned out to be a great teacher, mostly because she hadonce been one. She had quit her job when coincidentally, she gave birthto Abby and her husband's company promoted him to regional manger,which. They did not want “her,” they did not give her respect, they did not see her humanity or care who she was, they just wanted to fuck her.I pulled my face, dripping with Carla’s juices, away from her pussy, removed my fingers and stood up. She fell against me, her legs weak and unstable. My cock softened and withdrew, leaving its own goo in my underwear. I held her while reaching down and pulling her panties up. Still leaning against me she finished placing them. I reach down to her ankles. I kissed John and then slid down to his lap where I found he had already undone his trousers and his thick fat cock was sticking straight out. I opened my mouth and with my lips only began to move my head up and down so my lips were rubbing against the mushroom head from the tip of it to the large rim. When that was all wet I then slid his cock into my mouth, my lips sliding down his shaft. The large head filled my mouth, I could feel it scraping past my teeth as it slid in. All I could do was.