.." So much for not getting a big head about myself. I let her talk because the days stretched out like the Sahara Desert, and getting through them wa... my biggest challenge.Then Doctor Abrams gave me the bad news."So ... Little One ... We find you got plenty blood but it don't really like you so much, yes?" He was already waxing poetically. "We find this thing in you that makes not so good much sense. Your heart really strong. Pumps plenty of blood to all the right spots, but your body not. It was by no stretch a flashy house, but its neat garden beds, stone path, and rambling rose arch in front of the door made it home. Standing under the arch as I fished for the keys in my hand luggage, William said “I have something for you”. A black velvet box. Not a ring box, but a large square box. I sighed, “You shouldn’t have!” “I know, but it’s important.” I kissed him lightly, but he didn’t move a muscle. I opened the box, inside it was a chain with a little heart shaped padlock. The. " Simone did as she was told, while Shantae seemed to be only paying attention to the stiff cock in Dad's hands, her eyes were glued to it. As Simone parted her legs and began licking and lapping at her pussy, Shantae allowed her eyes to close and her hands went around her sister's head, holding it and guiding it.After a minute or so, Dad reached out and deftly pulled Simone's shorts down, exposing her lovely buttocks to his eyes. He pulled her away from the pussy, far enough back that the tip. I had enough belief left not to want to make God -- if he existed -- angry, but I was willing to risk making him peeved and exasperated. I wanted to be in love and I wanted to enjoy mad, passionate sex, to escape my mundane existence, and have fun. My chances of that however, seemed slim to none. So, I stole quarters from my household money and bided my time and sought an escape from my husband for whom I developed a powerful loathing.And, after months of anticipation, planning, and daydreaming.