I will stop the protest. I’ll tell them I misunderstood. Okay. I promise. Just don’t share that video. Is that enough? Do I have to apologize to m... daughter?”“She won’t accept it,” I said.“Fucking right I won’t!” Stefani hissed. “Really give it to her.”“She wants nothing to do with you. She hates you,” I growled. “I don’t blame her. What type of mother says those things to her own daughter? You hated her for the very thing you were. Why are you such a terrible person? Some fucking Christian you. . and we all know it was really you", I will tell you that the event happened nearly fifty years ago, and he was the teenager involved. Sadly, he passed away several years ago, but what he told me is still rattling in my brain, and every now and then some item in the news will bring it to the fore.Were it to have happened today, there would be an outcry, and calls for new laws, protection for minors, and other such noise. It actually happened in the late 1960s, a time when kids played outside. I had no idea dogs came so much! I buried myself all the way in Laurens mouth, feeling her lips against my ball sack and I came again, giving short thrusts as I emptied my balls right into the back of her throat. She gagged for a moment, then I could feel her swallowing my load. I fired several shots before I pulled back, letting the last of my cum dribble out into her mouth. I was surprised when I felt her tongue running over my knob and her lips closed around my shaft, trying to get the last. Mary looked especially happy, and I wondered if perhaps they'd had a little workout before arriving. In fact, as she kissed me in greeting, I was sure of it. I turned to Jeff, shook his hand."You folks look good."He laughed."We are. Did Steph make it over?" Yeah. The girls left about 30 minutes ago. Mall, movie, back by 8:00 pm, is that OK with you?" Yeah."Mary spoke up."So, backyard to ourselves, huh?"I looked at Jeff again. Another smile."You bet. Come on in. Lee's in the kitchen."Lee had.