. and second of all, he's my husband and he doesn't need to be talking to likes of you!" Dear..." Harold flushed pink at his wife's outburst and it wa... embarrassing for all of us, even the drooling shoe boy as he groveled for a peek at my panties."Don't you 'dear' me, Harold! Shame on you! Talking to a girl like ... like ... like that!" the woman scolded the poor man and if that had been my mother talking like that to my father, she wouldn't have sat down for a week afterwards!"A girl like. And Clint couldn't replace him. He just couldn't. He was just a boy.A boy that made Melody scream her head off when she came. A boy that ate her pussy to orgasm and fucked her hard. A boy that had Lee cleaning, behaving. That had Mom singing his praises, saying he was the man of the house. Strong.He was strong. Handsome, growing into a man. Maybe...No! He was not Dad. He never would be Dad.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Clint EllistonI held Alicia's hand as we walked to school Monday morning. A. KK’s lund was just too long and thick and Radha found it too painful even when a little bit of his lund head entered her very tight ass-hole. At least 3 times a week Radha would have to bring Rekha down to KK’s place for her safety in sleep. KK had started giving Rekha a glass of cold milk with roohafza and a sleeping tablet mixed in it to put her in deep sleep. Then he would enjoy licking and sucking her virgin pussy and fondling her ripe young tits to his heart’s content. He had once even. I think I was acting to get sympathy. I rolled on her lap turned my face purposefully towards her belly and buried myself into it to know how it feels. As I was crying she didn’t give much attention to it and she was pressing my head into her belly consoling me not to cry.Her boobs were brushing my face smoothly on her blouse and after I stopped crying she took me to bathroom to wash my face and she asked me to go to loo if necessary. I felt a little shy and told her I’m fine. She told me.