“Honey isn’t going to complain?” she asked.My mom grabbed the Turnip in my butt by the leafy part like it was a horses tail to pull me closer to...her.“She might complain, but if she does,” my mom demonstrated stuffing a banana down my throat and duct-taping it. “Have her walk around the house for thirty minutes like this and see if she still wants to complain,” she said.Spit started to form on my lips and drip down my lip and on to my tits.“May I also try fitting something up, Sugar’s ass,. Bob must have seen my demeanor soften as a littlesmile came over his face. I really appreciate this Suzanne, I so need this, youcan’t imagine. I thought to myself, I can imagine more than youthink. Then I concluded that I was going to help thisman, just this one time. No longer involuntarily, I moved my hand back andforth over his huge manhood, squeezing gently as Irubbed. Squeeze it harder Susanne. Wh-what? I heard myself say.Squeeze it harder, stroke it. The tone of his voice had. Mom and Dad were blocking the hallway. Dad lifted his arms and put his hands on my upper arms. It took every ounce of willpower not to react and push past him. Then Mom had both her hands on my face, her eyes pleading with me."Val," my father said, "I need you to promise you'll listen to Bev and then you won't do anything before you've had a chance to talk it out and think about it." Where is she? What's wrong?" VAL! You need to promise."I looked at the two of them. They looked miserable, fear. He was such a handsome young cuss back then. Persistent as hell too.”“He’s still a handsome man. He has gray around his ears. He has a dark mustache and he’s probably three inches taller than me and weighs around two-twenty-five or close to it.”“Damn. Is he married?”“Yes, he did mention his wife.”“Just my luck.”“I’m going back to the courthouse to file my papers, as soon as I close the deal. I’ll check him out for you - if you want to get a little on the side with a married man. I have to tell.