He told me that until I saw reason, I was no longer welcome in his house.To make a long story short, Melissa and I got married and I haven't spoken to...my dad since then. My mom has to sneak and visit me. But it didn't matter at all because I loved Mel so much that as long as we were together I was happy.Our marriage was great. We loved each other fiercely. The school thing was only ever a factor one weekend a year. The rest of the time it fell more along the lines of good natured rivalry.Early. . "Remarkable, isn't it?"Jen jumped at the sound. The man behind her looked barely out of his teens. He stood a full six inches shorter than her. Skinny as a rail, too. Kind of cute, though."Mister, I'm sorry if I blocked your view -- " No, it's perfectly all right. Better than all right, ma'am. Your presence here seems to actually enhance the paintings. Somehow, you fit right into this ambience. It's as if you were the proud embodiment of all the women on the canvas." What? You mean because. Leaning back in my seat, I smiled and shrugged. "So do you. I wasn't sureyou'd come."She glanced down momentarily before meeting my eyes. The gesture seemedsurprisingly demure and at odds with what little I knew of this woman.The thought was enough to bring a wry smile to my lips. I didn't knowanything about her--not even her name. But I knew enough. I knew I lovedher. Ever since we fought, and hid together, and hungrily fell into eachothers' arms and fucked in the bushes, biting each others'. She was getting hotter. She started moaning and put her hand on my dick.I kept sucking her tits and removed her jeans; I inserted my hand in her panty and started rubbing her clit. I threw her on the bed and I was sucking and kissing her on her navel. I put my tongue in her navel and licked it. Then I started to go down on her, she was a virgin so her labia was very small. I pushed apart the clitoral hood and started sucking on the clitoris, she was high. She was moaning, shouting. I kept going.