My Daddy didn't raise any fools: There was no way that drunk woman was going to beat me again.After I talked to Daddy, I threw open the door and decla...ed, "My sensei says that no one should be allowed to touch me in a way with which I am not comfortable. If either of you try to physically harm me again, I will be forced to injure you!"Daddy smiled, winked at me and then mother whined, "Glen, do something about this!"I dropped back into a defensive position, brought my arms up and motioned to my. Then she sat up with me until I wentback to sleep.The next morning I got up and walked a little. Debbie fixed somebreakfast for us. I hadn't eaten much the day before and I was prettyhungry. Debbie and I sat and watched TV for a while. I never understoodthe appeal of most of those daytime shows. Around lunchtime Junearrived. It was now going on four days that Debbie had been off workwith me and June was going to stay with me for the next few days whileDebbie went back to work. We sat around and. She knew the waiting, the anticipation, would make it that much more special. Once her hair was dry, Helen brushed it until it shone like polished obsidian, then carefully appplied her makeup. Most of the time, she went without wearing much makeup. At work, she tended to dress down, not wanting to attract attention to herself. But tonight, she laid it on, finishing with bright red lipstick. She also painted her toenails and fingernails, which she kept fairly long anyway, both in the same shade. Before long the tip of his index finger slipped into my arse. The sweat rolling down my back helped lubricate his digit and he began to finger-fuck me. By now, both our cocks were rock hard and we ground our groins together slowly. “Kiss each other, you horny bastards” instructed Mel, her towel now off and her one hand between her legs, the other squeezing her tits, “Just go for it”.“Told you!” I said to Roger, who looked over to get a good view of Mel’s naked breasts before turning his mouth.