They would go into the office which was connected to my mom and dads bedroom. I was always told not to disturb them they had to finish an important jo...b. I never thought anything about it when they would go into the office and my mom said she was going to take a nap. Once a month my Dad would go out of town day on business and often he would take my mom. I would stay home and at night go over to my Grandparents’ house to sleep. One day when they were away I started to go though my moms and dads. "We lay down in bed and ever so gently moved fingertips over the other's body everywhere, head to toe, barely touching lips, ribs, eyes, thighs, and of course, the central focus of it all, breasts, penis, and vagina. And when we were ready, we slowly inserted me inside her and then we held each other motionless, just kissing. The remainder of that night was like a dream. All of the past lessons learned about turning up Rita's flames to white heat, to match the ardor emanating from me, they all. The people doing all the roasting and baking are our employees who volunteer to give up a few hours of their Thanksgiving to help out. Dad always felt guilty about letting them do it for nothing and one year he tried to pay them their regular wages for what they did. Every last one of them refused to take the money. One of them told Dad that he wanted to donate his time but he would never do it again if Dad insisted on paying him. Evidently, all of them felt the same way. They wanted to give. My pungentaroma, my creamy, salty taste. You'll crave it, Michelle, you'll want tolet it consume you. Lick your lips, taste me now. That's it, and soonyou'll have it direct from the source. You'll be an addict, want it nightand day, spend your time preparing for it, making yourself desirable toattract men to use and abuse you. Now get back to where you belong,Michelle, you never finished, did you? What is it you want? Tell me whatyou need, Michelle..."Jeri was crowding me, pushing me forward.