I could feel the heat crawl up my neck and into my cheeks, I was so nervous that someone would be able to tell how wet I was. I tried to calm myself d...wn, but I couldn't. Tasting and smelling Daddy's cum had put me over the edge. I was in a sexual frenzy that I couldn't stop. My stomach was doing flips and my heart started to race when I felt a drop of my own cum drip onto the top of my foot. I knew I was out of control. I knew at that moment, that my cunt no longer belonged to me. It was His.. I was as happy as a pig in shit, and I thought she was, too.It became obvious that the revenge angle was not going to be simple. She could not have any real feelings for me to do this. If I killed myself she would laugh all the way to the bank. I had no real hold on her, so I was unable to make her suffer.That was when the beer finally kicked in and clarity flowed into my brain and dissipated the fog. Revenge didn't have to be immediate to be enjoyed. Quite the opposite! It would be so much. She sucked him deeply, and quickly, knowing that he had to cum soon. They did not have much time.“Oh God Baby, Daddy’s going to cum, oh god now baby. Aaaaggggghhh!!!!” he groaned harshly.She swallowed every drop, stood up, licking her lips, leaning in and whispering.“Some how, some way, I am going to have both you and Uncle Larry in my bed soon. Tonight I am gong to sneak out to his bus and show him just how much I love him. Just in case you come looking for me daddy.” she whispered.He steps. "Why, Richard?" I asked him in exasperation one day. I'd just phoned to tip him off to some woman hunting a hit man to kill her husband—it's amazing how people commit the most incriminating things to e-mail or the Internet, utterly oblivious to the reality that their on-line "privacy" is barely skin deep—and he'd offered another superficially innocuous comment about it being hay fever season and he hoped I wasn't affected."Well, Jack, I just meant to show a little concern—" No," I cut him off..