"Well there are readings and hymns," answered Helen."Like a sing song?" suggested Kitty."A little," said Helen looking uncomfortable with the subject....Ah," said Kitty as if that answered all her questions. She turned to me, "What did you do Tish, did you do sing songs too?" No I don't go to church any more, I haven't since I changed. I went to D's house on Saturday and then out shopping with D, Jane, and my sister on Sunday." Sounds like fun!" Yeah it was, we even managed to go see a movie. "Go on," shouted Sally, "Fuck the Yank bitch's throat, Mick!"Those words sent Mel's hand between her legs and made her look up at me. In one thrust I shoved my eight inches straight down her throat, holding her nose hard against my abdomen. She gagged and flailed her arms as saliva shot from her nose. Releasing my grip she backed away coughing as saliva ran down her chin. "Fuck yeah!" she grinned through the tears.Before she had time to recover my cock was back down her throat and I fucked her. Then, I got pregnant on our honeymoon. It was like my whole life was being mapped out for me. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a poor little rich girl regretting my life. I'm just saying, I didn't experience the same interaction and experimentation most have in their youth. I guess that is a big reason I am embracing these new concepts with such a sense of adventure. The whole idea seems intriguing, especially since Chuck is exploring the possibilities with me.oOoLooking back at our history. She had been lying there just watching me as I felt her breasts. She never said or did anything to stop me either.Ashamed, I had run out of her room and into my bedroom. I was sure that I had destroyed our relationship together now. In the morning she asked me why I had stopped. She had been willing to let me 'have' her.The following weekend she had some friends from school stay. It ended up being a well planned 'fuck dad weekend'. They had schemed and planned out all the things that had.