In his beer-fogged brain, the fact that he’d bumped his head was somehow his wife’s fault, too. After all, if she had stayed home where she was su...posed to be, he wouldn’t be sitting here now. He’d totally forgotten about raping Eileen Frenette. Actually, he didn’t consider what he’d done to her rape. In his opinion, she’d gotten exactly what she’d asked for. The way he looked at it, her resistance was just her way of making herself feel less guilty about trading her body for getting out of a. “OH! OH! Dear God! Daddy, that feels so good! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop licking me!” Her hands reached down and grabbed his head between her thighs, which she spread as wide as possible while pulling his roving tongue deeper into her molten cunny.She tasted sweet, tangy, young, fresh, and Bill drank her essence with glee. He pressed his hands to push her thighs wide and allowed her to guide his tongue wherever she wanted it.The bedroom was filled with the sounds of his lips and tongue. .. you know, if you need to vent or whatever—”“Sh,” I said as I put my fingers on his lips. “You know I’m not that kind of guy.”Chad kissed my fingers. “I know,” he said. “I’m just saying....”“Don’t say a thing,” I replied, and I pressed my face against his beard. I felt Chad’s warm breath against my cheek, and I inhaled his manly scents. Then I pulled my fingers down so that they weren’t in our way. At first his lips just gave me a gentle caress, but one thing led to another, till his. Plus we both have blonde hair ,blues eyes well his are more hazel till sun light brings out the blue. My mom worked mostly nights when I was growing up, while John worked days.Him and I were together a lot he would get me off to school and he would make me my supper or we would just go out to eat which I enjoyed cause normally we would go shopping after we ate. Later in my teen years when my friends and me wanted to go some where like roller skating, dear ole dad would take us. If we all wanted.