I’ve never hated my mother, she made her choices as we all do and I, for one, have no right to criticize her for them. I wouldn’t be the person I ...m today if she’d been someone else. But let me say this, I may not have hated my mother but I do hate my father. I blame him for my childhood, or lack thereof. I was never a kid, I grew up in a hurry so that I could survive. I blame Allen for keeping Vivien hooked to the drugs and alcohol that her body almost seemed to crave. I never understood how. She liked having her tits handled like that and liked it even more as he slid his cock between them. She rolled her head back and thought about how she must look right now. Blindfolded, hands and feet spread and tied to the bed, a man holding her breast and fucking her tits. She moaned when she felt a drip of precum land at the base of her neck.He then got up and got off the bed. She felt her the hem of her nightie being lifted off of her, exposing her shaved pussy to him. Her legs were tied. ..I leaned back...my eyes closed...mouth slightly open...I started a soft moan...and could feel myself begin to react down south....he pulled up my skirt and touched the lips of my swollen pussy and gave it a pinch...and I shuddered...then he went in a teensy weensy bit...and started caressing me...my clit was out now...wanting the same attention...he bit my ear lobe...and whispered...voice all husky..."what's for dessert"...and yep...me...being the naive person...said..."ahhh...forgot about. She admitted she was picky. That was a good thing, in her opinion. And she didn’t mind seeming rude for dropping dates so quickly. Why keep them on the line if she knew it was never going to go anywhere? She thought that was rude. Her problem wasn’t that she couldn’t get along with the male gender. In fact, she usually got along with them quite well. They liked her. They just didn’t want to fall in love with her. She had always kept several close male friends. That’s just how she was. She.