The fact that you don’t see that, only tells me you need counseling from a professional,” Dad said. “The counseling is to help you. All of this ...s to help you. You will have less distractions from your friends and you will have more time for studies. You won’t be tempted to get into trouble because you won’t be ABLE to get into trouble. The counseling is optional, and if you don’t want it, then that is fine too. However, you won’t be going out to parties or other events without supervision from. It wasn’t even the part where you sang for me – I can still hear you say “people pay me good money for that” or words to that effect. Beautiful singing, but I don’t think that was when that moment of clarity came. Or the kisses either. Oh my, those kisses. Gentle, slow, sometimes our lips barely touching, but always coming back for another kiss, equally gentle, equally tender. I love those kisses, but that wasn’t where the uncertainty ended either. It snowed last night. You kept looking out the. I hadn’t noticed him move but suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, gently tugging on my g-string. I raised my ass a little so that he could take it off and reveal my freshly waxed pussy. The juices made it glisten in the fluorescent lights of the train. He buried his face in my vagina and licked me inside and out as I began grinding hard against his face and tongue. While he was sucking on my clit, I felt him ease one, maybe two fingers inside of me. By now my pussy was. .. Ron... ?Susan Merril lay there under Fred Holden, trembling, not daring to breathe, her glazed eyes coming open, and she was raising her head, twisting it desperately to see, as a great, gnawing ball of fear blended with stabbing guilt slashed at her churning insides."DON'T WORRY, EVELYN... BABY! I'LL FUCK YOU SO DAMNED HARD... YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE STRAIGHT!"It was her husband's voice! It's Ron! OOOoooh, My God it is him... and he's fucking... another woman! She could see him clearly. He.