I was a fair-skinned, blue-eyed, blonde Spaniard, very rare and often cursed. My uncle was a swarthy skinned, curly haired flamboyant drunkard of a ma...n who made his living renting out carts, wagons and mules to visitors who came by ship and wished to buy goods. Unlike some in those years just after the war I never starved and I had a warm, dry place to sleep. However whenever he was in his cups uncle Thomas would take his belt to me, calling me the son of an ungrateful wretch. As if I had. That had done exactly what I’d been afraid it would do - give her hope that she could be my girlfriend again at some point in the future. I knew that if I did that, it would damage my relationships with Bethany and Stephanie in some way, and probably destroy any chance I had of putting things back together with Jennifer, something I sincerely wanted, and needed, to do.Given the circumstances, a date with Becky was fraught with danger. She could never, ever, be just a casual lover, that was for. ”I started to fuck Sinbin’s throat as deeply as I could and not once did she gag. She could have taken a twelve-inch cock and loved it. I forgot that Amanda was watching. I forgot that her husband was watching. I just fucked Sinbin’s throat for almost fifteen minutes before shooting off. She moaned and swallowed repeatedly until I was finished, then stood up.“I guess it took you so long because you had just coupled with my daughter.”I turned red and said, “That’s probably it.”“Please don’t be. "Right, take off those smelly dirty clothes and get in the bath."I complied. I was not shy or retiring, as my mother had often washed me in front of the fire before. She washed my hair, back and chest and then dunked my head under the water. I came up spluttering."We must have your hair cut before we buy you any new clothes my lad, and how often did you bath at home?" When I was dirty, ma'am." How often was that?" About once a week ma'am, in a tin tub in front of the fire, as we didn't have no.