“Oh. It’s an improvement over what Rick called me. ‘Bitch’ just doesn’t show the same amount of affection.”Mom spoke to him. “How do you...always know exactly what to say and do?”He shrugged. “I put myself into the other’s situation and think about how I would feel and then act accordingly.”At one point my father burst through the door wearing a hockey mask and wielding a baseball bat. I screamed in fright while my lover just laughed and congratulated him on an excellent Friday the thirteenth. She screamed again and began cumming hard all over my face, her hands gripping my head pushing me into her pussy as I fingered her and licked her clit.I needed her to please me, so I sat up and leaned back on my arms. Then I stretched my legs out in front of me and spread my thighs wide. She leaned in towards me and kissed me, tasting her pussy on my lips, she reached out and pinched my nipples hard as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. I moaned and thrust my hips at her. I wanted her fingers. This is something we would do two or three times a month and I never objected because it was fun, and I got to check out her dad. He was six foot four and definitely didn’t have a “dad bod.” I could tell he worked out all the time and even got to see him with his shirt off at the pool a few different times, and every time I did I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. One time he even caught me staring at him and I could have sworn he smiled at me! Of course, at my age this shot out all kind of. She gets angry that Stella has been my secretary for so long and that I came to rely on her so much." You think what you want to think, Dad, but I believe Mother's jealous of any woman that gets anywhere near to you. And, boy, was she up-tight when she saw Kathy and Margo in your bed this morning." Oh, Bridget, she was probably just surprised to find them sleeping in my room. Damned thoughtless of me really. I could have called your mother from Holyhead last night and warned her what was.
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