He continued apologizing and pleading, but I’m no longer listening. My mind is concentrating on my next steps to being a viable relationship candida...te. And the more I tried to suppress it, the clearer the answer came to me. I have come a long way in a short time. I finally feel like I am free and I don’t need to fight with myself any longer. I can take risks and recover. I am no longer afraid of me. If I lose control, then I lose control. That being said, this conversation is about to take a. She goes up and down and I play with her tits some more. I decide I am going to make this girl choke on a strangers cock so I push up but she catches me. I eventually get her to gag on my penis and she takes it out of her mouth coughs and smiles devilishly at me. I moan in pleasure as she cascades over my dick finally I’m ready for this. I throw her over and stand in front of her. She makes eye contact and opens hers legs… here it comes another mans cock inside of her pussy. Opening her legs. He just stared when I asked.“The truck? My truck? Since when did you get the idea you were going to drive my truck?” he asked.“Dad! I don’t want to drive your truck. I want to be able to put the boat in the water without making it a family affair.”That made him raise his eyebrows. “You want to explain that?”“Dad! I was just ... I was thinking about taking Kelly on a few boat rides around the lake.”“Oh, Christ!” he muttered. “You just want to get her on a boat in a bikini! Don’t tell me about. "Auhh! I ate your cup?!"“You have had my cock in your mouth,” he noted, “why would cup be problem?”“I can’t believe I ate your cup!”"You tried to eat cup," he corrected, pulling the extra-large, fried oil-stained sports cup from the box. It had a few attempted chew marks along the edge. "Here. You can keep."Carie glared impotently as he plopped her aborted dinner in her hand. She regarded it for a moment, then looked at the rest of the mishmash of things on the kitchen counter. "Why are you.