I shouldn't be moving to her bed. I groaned as I fell onto my knees between her thighs. Her hands shot out and grabbed my cock. She gripped me with he... hands, my dick throbbing. Aching.“Oh, yes,” she purred. “Such a big Mommy-dick to fuck me.”This was wrong, but...That lavender scent filled my nose. It came from my own body now. I loved it. Reveled in it. My daughter's hand on my Mommy-dick pulled me closer and closer to that young twat. My big breasts swayed as I leaned over her.She stared up. He'snot only, not a sissy, as my dear wife would have you believe, he'sbrave and he's loyal and I'm proud to be able to call him my friend."Drifting in and out of consciousness and still in severe pain, in spiteof the jab the medic had given him, Jilly was mystified. As he wasbeing carried out to the ambulance on a stretcher, it seemed likecrowds were standing each side as he passed, clapping him. He wrote itoff as a delusion caused by the painkillers.Upon arriving at the hospital, he was taken. ‘I need you to do something you wouldn’t understand now because doing so later will prove how much you would do for me.’ ‘That’s convoluted, isn’t it?’ Cuniff asked. She pled in an insinuating tone. ‘Do this, Sid, and the result will be reciprocal. I will be grateful. I promise.’ Cuniff pondered while she kneaded his joint. Beryl had done much for him and been much as well. Mostly a challenge. Until tonight the adjective ‘grateful’ had enjoyed little currency between them. What was her ulterior. She would go to work, come home, keep house and cook for me but no longer socialized with her old friends or went anywhere. She turned down invitations for dinners and parties, and spent her time cooped up at home instead. This was unlike her previous life with dad; she was in a rut.One Saturday shortly after my sixteenth birthday her old friend Krista paid us an unannounced visit. I was on my way out when she pulled in our driveway. I stopped to chat for a minute and she confided that she was.