I'll never do it again I promise. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I left because I don't want to do that anymore. I'm sorry..." She was crying hard. I pulled...her head back to my shoulder without saying a word. I began to tell her it was okay."Am I in trouble?" No." "I'm sorry." Why didn't you tell me about this when it happened?" I couldn't. I didn't know how." Did you like it?" What?" The sex. Did you like it?"She didn't answer."That's why you couldn't tell me. You knew it was wrong, but you liked it. Always he told me that I was his special friend and was a good boy for helping him with his needs.This pattern of Friday babysitting and mutual oral sex continued for the next four years. My body was maturing and I was eventually able to accommodate his entire penis in my mouth with his instruction. The very first time I was able to deep throat his cock resulted in the largest orgasm I had ever experienced with him. Being able to take his cock entirely down my throat opened up further training. . I think." "See what I mean," Mom replied to my father. "She could be ovulating any time in the next few days. It's not a really good time to take a chance like that." I could see Dad's eyes twist up, almost in pain, at the thought of pulling out. Still, I knew he would do it, if Mom told him to, or I objected too much. I could almost hear him mentally pleading, "PLEASE!" I guess Mom could too; having lived with Dad so much longer than I have. "Oh, go ahead," she conceded, almost in defeat.. What does it taste like you ask so out it comes glistening with my juices and just to torture you a little more I put it into my mouth to taste, and take it out saying wouldn’t you like to know and give you a cheeky wink and slide it deep back into me, by now I’m lying on my side working the rabbit deeper and harder now with my other hand rubbing my swollen clit, which is making my breath shorter with every thrust and your finding it very hard to just watch now and I know it so I move to the.