" It was then that I remembered that I could neverhurt him or disobey him.He stood up and extended his hand to me. I gently took it and he pulledme ...o my feet. "Your mom worked hard on dinner, so we shouldn't keepher waiting." He started toward the kitchen and I meekly followedbehind him, trying to understand what was happening. How was any ofthis possible? Is this even really happening? I wanted this to be somekind of twisted dream that I was having, but deep down I knew that thiswas my. Aloof. I'm wondering if you're taking her seriously. She's deadly serious, you know." Oh." I eyed her. "Would it help if I told you that I REALLY have no problem with having a woman tell me she can't live without me? It doesn't hurt my ego any, and it's VERY pleasant for me to think that I might actually experience that kind of relationship. Frankly, I never hoped to." Oh," Bridgette replied. "That puts a different spin on things, doesn't it?" I'm hoping it's not a momentary infatuation and. Her head flailed from side to side in mute protest and revulsion, and she wanted to scream, to throw the man away from her--but she couldn't. She didn't dare refuse him, not with those lewd, perverted pictures of her daughter hanging in the balance of her decision.She stared at his penis, which he was extending toward her, huge and blood-red, the tiny hole in its tip seeping seminal fluid, and the yellow light of the bedroom lamp fell across its full expanse, adding to its horrible fascination.. Usually, I was the first to fall off with him still dry humping me (although we didnt call it that or even think of it that way it just felt good). I dont remember how long this went on before one night, just as he was starting, I told him to hold on a minute, and I removed my panties. Now, his little prick was rubbing my pussy directly, and it felt even better. Berts MMMM told me that he liked it better this way too. We werent as naive as it sounds here. We had livestock, and had watched them.