Her nipples were erect, her pussy flowing, her skin hot and pink. Her eyes were moist and pleading to be fucked.I sat by her as she extended one leg b...y me. I took her other ankle in my hand and brought her foot to my lips. I started with her little toe, kissing, tonguing, sucking, as I worked my way slowly up her leg, stopping to nibble the tender back of her knee. I worked up her thigh, feeling her twitch and squirm until I got to her pussy. I licked her slit, careful not to touch her clit.. We both knew this and it lingered over us like a dark cloud...how do we tell Dad?Returning home and to Dad, where Mom planned to ask for a divorce, although not tonight while I was home, had me still riddled with guilt. Miranda was right: obviously Mom wasn't happy in the marriage, regardless of my role, but I definitely triggered an acceleration to the change that was about to happen. I loved my father, although it was hard to tell with the whole sleeping with my mother and getting her. How Rachel had loved that car. He should have made Connie ride with him. Rachel had panicked when an SUV full of drunk college students came tearing around a bend. She had turned the wheel the wrong way and the SUV had hit the little Corolla, flipping it up and over through the air. Simon's heart had caught in his throat as he pulled over when the car came back to the ground, and he thought he'd be sick as it flipped over two or three times before stopping. One of the other boys had called 911;. He stepped out of his trousers, quicklyslipped off his socks and then advanced to where I sat.His large, hairy, fat body now stood just a foot away from me andrealising he was about to drop his boxer shorts I turned my head awayfrom him, trying to avoid looking at what he was about to expose to me.I heard his boxer shorts fall to the ground and felt Mr Smith's handgrab me by the jaw and turn my head to face him. "From now on you'llcall me Roger" Mr Smith said in a way that brooked no argument..