Somehow I didn't see her father writing a lot of personal letters. I wouldn't be surprised if the last time the stationary was used was when Bev's mot...er was alive and wrote thank you notes. The handwriting was small and cramped but still legible.It was a strange letter. He told her how he'd treated her as a second class citizen after her mother cheated on him. He never apologized for doing it; he just recognized it must have been hard on her. He essentially said goodbye forever, stating that. The next morning's silence across the breakfast table was therefore explained. Or when they were cuddly with each other, it usually followed her having had a number of orgasms after he'd licked her for what seemed like hours. Through the shower room wall I could hear his tongue licking at her juices. I became desperate to know every little detail about their sex life. And so when they were out, I went through their wardrobe and bedside cabinets and drawers. And there I found all sorts of sex. She took my hand and led me to her bed room where she collapsed on the bed. I took off my clothes and crawled onto the bed. I spread her legs open. Her bald pussy was glistening. I landed right between her thick thighs and pressed my face in her crotch. I began kissing the inside of her thighs, working my kisses down to her swollen cunt. I ran my tongue over her fat, hairless pussy lips. She moaned. I introduced my tongue between her lips and sucked her clit, gently, rhythmically. Her pink,. When you all-of-a-sudden cast the game aside, the confusion is most enjoyable.I gave her a slow smile and said, "so you wouldn't mind, then?" She recovered enough to give me a big grin and shake her head no, so I leaned her against the wall and started tugging the shirt out of her waistband.She lifted her hands to stroke up my chest as she said, "Wow... you really surprised me with that."I took her hands in mine, holding them still, and replied laughingly. "Good! I meant to." I paused then,.