I don’t know why. Maybe he thought being a prostitute was catching and he didn’t want his little girl turning into one. I guess I was, like, nine ...at the time so maybe Dad wanted to protect me from knowing about things like that. Dad threatened to ban me from coming. Mr Davidson talked to him and calmed him down, but Dad came with me the next year and helped out himself so that he could make sure I was okay. I think once he saw what was going on he was a bit happier. I also think something about. I only had to play with his balls for a few seconds before his hot cum splashed against the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop and licked his cock clean before moving on to the next one.I started off by licking the length of his shaft and massaging his balls. Like I had done with the other one, I took this one all the way into my mouth and let him fuck my mouth. The other boy moved behind me and played with my pussy and ass until he got hard again. I stroked his shaft and sucked on his. Maybe it wasn't luck. Maybe it was my guardian angel, or my husband's or the kids'. Maybe God saved me. It didn't matter, I accepted my survivor's status and skipped the “what if’s”.The kids needed attention as their school and sports activities expanded. My revival was as a full-time mom and faithful wife. I stopped flirting.Then, coming home from work one evening in 1984, my husband announced.“Honey we need to talk. We need to talk about something serious. It’s about us and the future. It. When we left the restaurant Katie offered to sit on Jonathan's lap in the front seat so that he wouldn't 'be lonely in the backseat by himself.' At first Jonathan was courteous, if not of Katie then of me. Katie was facing the door, so I couldn't really see much. I could hear her whispering in his ear, but not the words. It looked like his hand was on her leg, but I couldn't see well enough to be sure.The next time I looked Katie was kissing him, quickly at first and then for a longer time. I.