Even Melody had tried to talk him out of his rage by telling him that she had instigated the sex. He wouldn't believe her, knowing what no-good asshol... his son was. Jay was gone from their lives.Now, eight years later, Dennis was facing the possibility of losing another member of his dwindling family. He hated that possibility.There was one other thing he could do while he waited for the proof. He visited Melody in her apartment about a mile away from his home and talked about his problems with. Her muff was a little darker than her head hair, and was neatly trimmed. It looked like she'd had a bikini wax or shave done, since the hair stopped just inside her tan lines. I stood up too, and she got a look at my own booblets and nearly hairless snatch (which I don't shave ... it just grows that way). When she got a good look, she smiled even wider, and maybe a little longer, than I figured she would. I wondered...I didn't have anything planned for the rest of the day, so we dressed and. ”I spent a couple of hours defrosting the fridge last night.Or “foreplay” as she likes to call it.After both suffering from depression for a while, me and the missus were going to commit suicide together yesterday.Strangely enough, however, once she killed herself I started to feel a lot better.So I thought - sod it, I’ll soldier on.I woke up this morning at 8 and could sense something was wrong.I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing!I panicked. I. "Johnny put his head down and found Cindy's mouth. Now feeling a bit more in need, Cindy kissed her brother hard on the mouth sucking on his tongue, moaning into his mouth. With a sharp intake of breath Cindy asked for more. "Deeper Johnny."Johnny pushed forward slightly and said, "That's it Cindy, it's all in."Cindy, wide-eyed looked up at her brother. "I need more. Start going a little faster."Johnny quickly complied rocking back pulling about half out then back in more forcefully. He could.