"And I understand. You must be avictim." My son was a victim," he said. "He took his own life two months ago.He was abused by the Fiddler Boy." He ...id not like the name, but it wasthe name out there. It had nothing to do with violins. It referred tothis pervert's compulsion to play with the genitals of little boys.She appeared genuinely shaken by his statement. That touched him. Heappreciated sympathy, but not pity. He held her arm to steady her as shetook a seat at the table."Suicide. She greeted it with her own as I reached up and took hold of her breast in my free hand. As blissful as it was letting my hips rock back and forth in time with her hand it just made me want to fuck her even more. I pulled my hand out from under her and pushed her free hand up above her head. Taking my other hand from her breast I pulled her other hand away from my cock and pushed it up above her head as well. Keeping my lips pressed against hers I reached over in the dark, and was pleased to. I remember watching you lift your head everso slowly to see who was standing there. Then you looked at me, andthen back at Mom. You just kept looking back and forth over and over.I think I still have a knot on the back of my head from when you droppedme on the carpet..." Gary openly laughed at the mental image. Shellysuddenly leapt off the chair where she sat and pressing her legstogether as best she could and hobbled for the bathroom. When Shelly returned, the magic of the past had settled. Liz started to ride me a bit faster than before, as she talked she was a bit breathless and I heard her say, “Oh, I’m fine dad, I got out late for my lesson and am still riding.” She picked up the pace and then said, “It should only be another hour or so now, then I’ll head back home.” She had another orgasm and again gave an excuse to Simon, she said, “I’ve got a new horse this morning. He feels so nice to ride, I could ride this one forever and I’m getting to love him.” Liz closed her eyes.