By this time, I was seething. I knew I could prove my innocence, but why in hell should I have to prove I didn’t molest Betty? I briefly smiled to m...self as it occurred to me that I could actually prove a negative. Then I thought about how quickly Tim had believed Betty’s tale.“It’s interesting that Tim totally believes Betty; I wonder why that is?”“She’s his wife! Of course he believes her. No husband will put up with another man molesting his wife. I thought it was inspiring how he stood up. Viewing the tapes later the Chief had to admire her technique, which was new to him, and formed the opinion he could have been actually dismembered had she the mind.Bet and Dell had scoured the planet for biological fabric and had found since the last visit that the fabric had been altered to hold colour by feeding the brew different cocktails — the secret was the use of a catalyst in the mix. The bartering skills of the purchasers became legendary as they seemed to know the price which left. He had the same response and said that he had seen me before and had thought how lovely I had looked. We decided to find a more private place to have a conversation. I followed him and we eventually parked in a less traveled area. I got into his car so we could get better acquainted . I told him I was 28 yrs old, married with 2 k**s and a wimpy husband that cannot satisfy me. He told me that he loved fucking white women and that he lived alone only about 15 minutes from town. After about a. “Enjoy it” I whispered into her ear as I continued to rub her cunt. I grabbed her gently and kissed her long; she did not kiss back, but put forth no resistance either. I tilted her down so she lay back on the couch and I slowly started to slide her shirt upwards, kissing her gorgeous stomach as I went. “Daddy I really don’t want to be doing this” Abby repeated. “It’s wrong.” As she tried to lift herself up onto her elbows. “I don’t want to become angry sweetie,” I warned “give it a.