I never did. I’m marrying him for money and access to a nicer life, plus plenty of hard cock, but ultimately, I’m marrying him because I was livin... on borrowed time with you. Much as I feared, though I hoped otherwise, you were not cool with my relationship with Sean and I understand that. Of course, since I’m marrying him, I can’t testify against him on any rape charges, and I know about all of those other cases where he forced himself on various women, often married sluts just like me. Then. Nobody ever came back as far as their trailer. In this part of Kentucky, that could get you shot! Emmitt’s wife, Betty, worked at the tire factory in Hazard and left every morning at 5:30. They’d dated in High School and then Betty got knocked up her senior year, so Emmitt did the noble thing and eloped, marrying the only girl he’d ever fucked. Three months later, their daughter Maggie was born. Less than a year later, a second daughter, Molly, came along, followed by a son, Earl, 14 months. There, tucked against one side of the door, was his step-sister’s hamper. Draped off the edge, as if intentionally inviting, was a pair of polka dot panties. Freshly worn and discarded, perhaps mere hours ago as his step-sister changed before heading to her friend’s house. Billy gulped and stood like a deer in headlights, his hard, twitching cock threatening to drip pre-cum all over the closet floor, mesmerized by the panties. It took a few more phantom licks form his mistress to force him into. ”“Thanks, Mom, Charlie.”She looked around and that subtly sly look that she gets when she’s about to come out with a zinger emerged onto her face, only to be replaced by an almost blank expression.“Thanks, Mom, Charlie. Thanks, Dad for the news. I guess I’m happy about that.”When she got the grins and eyerolls she expected, she grinned in response and turned and hugged Jeff again.About ten minutes later, Meka drove down the driveway and parked out of the way. Civia raced down the steps and.