My dad, too, when he found out, threw mom out of the house. It's for sure the point in my life when I started fucking everyone I knew and thought abou...t whoring. Because, why not? I was the sluttiest little skank in the world. I fucked my sister. I fucked my mom at the same fucking time. And I liked it. Fuck no, I loved it. I would do it again in a minute."Then she was crying. After a few moments, Silkie regained her composure. "That story is intense for me to tell. But there is a little more. The Secret Service was going to hate it, but if I could swing it, I would.We all went over to the Naval Observatory and went to bed. I didn’t bother listening to the late-night television. I was heartily sick of the 24-hour news stations trying to come up with one more piece to yap about. By now the conspiracy theorists were claiming that I had managed to do all this, because I was a secret member of a terrorist group, so that the Muslims could take over the world. If they only knew how right. " He slapped my butt, then hurried into the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I put on some of my good perfume, and spread my self out on the king size bed, my hands behind my head, letting my tits show blatantly., and my legs spread wide, making my pussy gape.He came back through the door running a comb through his hair, his cock still at half mast, but when he saw my position, it firmed to nearly full hardness. My husband has a nice cock, seven or eight inches, and he still got it. Nothing. Loneliness gnawed at him until it became familiar. He worked. He saw other girls. But he didn’t forget. He couldn’t forget. And every summer she came home and it was like every emotion rushed back, raw and invasive.*Day three. He was practically out of time. She never stayed longer than three days. Arch sighed. He tilted his face up into the cool stream of shower water and still felt unbearably hot. Three days. He was going to see her. He made the decision and then reversed it. He.