He was fucking her mouth, just as though he would do to her when he took her virginity. His hands tightened on her head, forcing her head back and for...h on his cock, the thick head rubbed back and forth over the roof of her mouth. His cock pushed her cheeks out when he pushed in sideways, but she worried when he pushed straight ahead, feeling the thick head push to the back of her mouth. She was afraid of pushing in too far. Where would it go? Her lips were so tight around his shaft, feeling. He was greeted by thedark, angry face of Linton, his eyes shut tight in discomfort as hislarge open palm rubbed furiously against his face to numb the pain. ForArt this felt like it went on for an eternity. He stood there unnoticedand unmoving, racking his brain to think of any way out of this beforethe rubbing stopped. But it did stop, and when it did Art was stillstood very still. Lintons eyes shot open, ready to search for theoffender. He was clearly ready to put all his large muscular frame. Which would explain the gleam in her eyes and her kissing him?“Just how long as this been going on?” I asked pulling my hand from his.“Since I was fifteen,” John replied.“FIFTEEN, that’s for the last three years,” I cried out at him. “Does Uncle Mike know what you have been doing with his wife?” I asked shaking my head.“Yes and he is OK with it as it is their lifestyle,” John replied.Their lifestyle I thought until it suddenly hit me. Uncle Mike and Aunt Lisa were swingers just like my dad. I. A couple of days later he would come around and be all apologetic and begging her to come home. ‘I might could have taken the abuse because I really loved him, but he slapped Jeffie one night. He had no excuse since Jeffie was just trying to get him off me. Most of the time his attacks were just slaps a lot more violent looking than they actually were.’ I nodded as I kept packing the groceries away. I did it some because the food was delicious and some so as not to meet her eyes. It would never.