Then he gave me the other lollipop back. Cherry again...smaller.It was easier to suck on than the other one, my tongue rolling over the round candy su...rface.“Daddy…” I whispered into the dark, his hand coming to grab my head then. He stroked my cheek, his voice hesitant as he spoke next.“...Yes, Babygirl?” he asked.“It tastes good, Daddy,” I sleepily whimpered.He seemed to relax then, pulling the first small lolli away again. It was only a second til the bigger, warmer lollipop was pushed. "Your mom said you might need some things when you got here, what's up ?" I asked."Once they decided to send me up here, things kind of went form bad to worse...between my mom and me". She said. She flushed some as she spoke and looked a little upset. "I know, I heard" I replied.Changing the subject I asked "What kind of clothes did you bring ?" Not sure, I was just stuffing things into my suitcase last night, not really paying attention. I was concentrating on escaping". She said."I need to. ’ We spent the next twenty minutes or so discussing it. I kept giving her confidence and building up the sexual and daring part of it. She finally said that she would try and do it tonight after everyone had gone to bed. I logged off the computer and chugged about a gallon of coffee to stay awake. I had work in the morning, but this would hopefully be worth it. I opened the garage door and turned off the motion light inside. I also turned off my outside garage light. Next, I moved my laptop. Even then, she was pretty reluctant to talk about it but I am the kind of guy who wants to hear details. I'll share more details about my wife's past in a later story but although out of character for my wife at the time, let's just say there is some history here.About 10 years ago, my wife used to attend Bunco parties in a different neighborhood. If you are not familiar with Bunco, it is a dice game and from what I understand popular with women as a night out, at least in our area. It is an.