My legs were spread apart and I could feel Jack's hands on the tops of my thighs, his forearms pointed toward the area between them, his elbows restin... on the mattress. He was taking long, gentle swipes at my vulva, from the area beneath my labia up past my clitoris. He hadn't shaved and I could feel the stubble gently scraping the inside of my thighs, in counterpoint to his tongue.I lay there, relaxed, eyes closed. He was opening me up with each long lick, stopping now to pay attention to my. Daddy, who hadn't ejaculated during the night, had simply given me a little plastic container full of frozen sperm to give to Nikki for her lunch. It was in one of those containers that fast food restaurants use for mayonnaise. The contents had melted nicely during the morning."What is that?" she demanded when I removed the top and exposed the contents."Sperm Sucre," I answered with a French accent. Dad had sprinkled a teaspoon of brown sugar into one full ejaculation before he'd put it in the. It was the year when my voice started doing odd things, squeaking at inopportune moments; it was when I started a growth spurt that had me tripping over my own feet; it was when my face decided to embarrass the hell out of me by periodically presenting a huge red spot on my skin.On a more positive note, brace yourself, I found my first few hairs growing below the waist. A momentous discovery indeed!School was school: tedious and hard. Much though I hated having a tutor work with me at home. Would you have agreed to stop with him? No Nancy? And what about Justin?"I know, you think it's not the same thing. They're your children. I'm just your husband. When they left to make their own lives, what would that leave you? Your pathetic loser, cuckold husband. Your fifth choice. Unless, well I noticed the three of them have only two fathers so maybe I'm actually only your sixth choice." A mother is supposed to love her children," she shouted."There weren't any children when you decided.
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