She decided it then and there that it was time for things to change. She'd had enough of her mom an she knew her dad did too. She made up her mind t...at Hell was about to come to breakfast and fuck the consequences. Abby took off her shirt, unsnapped her bra and put back on a low cut blouse that showed off a hint of her 34C breasts and put on a tight pair of jeans she hadn't worn in a couple of years. She then went to the bathroom and applied her makeup more heavy than usual. She especially. . to ... you know, kiss you ... kiss you down there, like you have done for me,” I blurted. I heard a sharp intake of breath.When she didn’t say anything for a moment I thought I had screwed up. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly.“Oh, Jerry,” she said and took my face in her hands. She stared into my eyes, searching for something. “Are you sure?”My heart was suddenly beating very rapidly. “Yes,” I managed to say.“Your father ... your father never liked doing that,” she said, still staring into my. " Well he might have needed a little attitude correction, but that was a bit extreme. By the way for future reference, we also tape the conversations in those rooms. He didn't know it till we played it back to get the truth about what happened." I'll keep that in mind," I said.The next hours were a blur of pain, then a drug fog, then a restless night's sleep. Finally a ride back to the medical complex in the dark and my mind in a twilight state again. I checked in for the additional surgery. I. When we had finished the job, Michelle asked if I would like a drink, as it was hot and it was the least she could do to say thank you. I could hardly refuse and so she went inside and got two cold drinks and a picnic blanket to sit on. So there we were sitting in the garden, sitting on a blanket chatting away. Michelle sat facing me with her legs slightly parted, the fabric of her bikini bottoms haven ridden up between her pussy lips. It left little to the imagination and I found it hard not.