..” and she couldn't even say the word.And she was right about me but I didn't think it would be that bad for her either, because it was never reall... about him for her, it was all about his cock and she had been practically obsessed with it since she had first seen it and when she talked about it I knew it would be almost like a religious experience for her to actually touch it.But she would never do that, of course.And the two os us, we would never actually do anything.Then one Friday evening. He turned to see me and as I noticed that I also turned and eyes met.He gave me a light kiss on my forehead going with the flow of romance on the screen. I started floating. I turned fully and gave him a kiss on the lips. This surprised him and for a moment he moved away. I felt this is going wrong but in a while, he again sat close and put his arm around me and gave me a deep kiss. I bit his lower lip and inserted my tongue to taste his saliva.The smooch went for 10 minutes. I did not realize. W.’s sexual appetite. Mindy never pressed her mother about whether or not she ever noticed… or cared… that she woke up with signs of having been fucked while u*********s. Mindy did initially wonder why her mother had brought up the subject of her use of d**gs and her hope to avoid sex with her father… but by then It no longer mattered to Mindy and she had closed that book long ago. She knew that she was the one who first “tempted” her father with a sampling of her sex… and had opened the door. “Please” she barely whispered.I lowered my head to her left breast and suckled the round little nipple, it became hard under my tongue, and a soft moan emerged. Again I watched her, I could see the pained look on her face as her body reacted to my movement….I knew that look. I’ve been with enough slaves…and the body doesn’t understand what is occurring; only that something feels good. I lowered her to the couch.I kissed her mouth now, and she returned it slightly. The kiss was without passion.