Perkins knelt between my feet and scooped up the syrupy contents of my balls and liberally applied it to the life-like dildo. She then placed the tip ...gainst my still-lubed anal ring. “Now relax and breath, boy” said a nurturing Mrs. Perkins, as she leaned into me. The head of the dildo easily slipped into my anal passage and that even surprised Mrs. Perkins.“Oh, Good Boy!” she squealed. “You’re taking this like such a good boy….. or girl, as it may be.”I must have blushed at her comment, or at. . He could forgive Jane for having an affair, but he could not forgive her for deliberately deceiving him all these years about Peter. She had deliberately used him as a surrogate father; nor could he, or would he ever forgive her mother.Somehow, he did not know quite how, but Frank was determined he would get his revenge. On Sunday evening Frank was waiting at home as usual. He was reading the Sunday paper. He had despite his anger, come to terms with what was happening, now all he had to do. He tasted of far away- like clove and coffee and smoke and Red Stripe. It was the first time she had kissed anyone other than Junior in years, and she relished the strangeness of it almost as much as she relished the thought that the bastard was only twenty feet away with a plate of soggy fries. She returned the kiss hungrily, feeling the goosebumps sweep all the way down her body.And then she felt something new. Another pair of lips on her shoulder, just where her skin disappeared under her. A sort of furtive promise, which I had put down to my over active imagination. Jake had told me she had just been eighteen when he was born so that made her thirty six years old. A lady who had married too young, and divorced when Jake was only ten.And there she was regarding me with cool sexuality from those shadowed eyes as she leaned on her supermarket trolley. She was wearing a pink blouse, unbuttoned low enough to reveal the gentle foothills of her, what I believed to be, gorgeous breasts..