He had a club house in his back yard, more of a c***dhood fort really, but that is supposedly where it all happened. When I saw him, I acted innocent,... as if I didn’t know, and asked to see his fort. Once inside, he shut the door behind him. “You want to suck cock, don’t you?” I was surprised that he called me out on it. How did he know? I tried to say no, but he knew better. He pulled me to the floor and straddled my chest, sat on me. I tried, half hearted to wiggle out, but my cock was already. I worked my way up her ankle and on up to her toned-calves. She slid down the couch as I worked my way up, touching and feeling her glorious feet and legs. Her feet were now in my lap rubbing against the growing bulge in my sweat pants. It was so erotic, so sexy. Barbara's legs shining from the glow of the stark light of the TV in the dark room. I felt nervous and brave at the same time. I’d fantasized about this very moment for years practically since puberty. And, now her legs were in my. 45. I would kill this little black son of a bitch. Thats what I convinced myself I needed to do. What I had to do." He looked at me I suppose to gauge my reaction."I guess I cant blame you?" I didn't know what to say, but wanted to know what happened next. I was helplessly, engulfed in this mans life, and history. I had never been through anything like that in the 18+ years of marriage. My life was 'safe.' "So, what did you do? Please tell me your not confessing to a murder...?" No thats where. " She wiped thepacifier on the hem of her skirt, grinning at the way my eyes wereirresistibly drawn to her sexy legs. Then she crouched down in front ofme. "Open wide!" Bobbi, this is ridic --- !" My protest was out off by the pacifierbeing plunged deep into my mouth and re-tied into place."Now Babee," Bobbi grunted as she knotted the ribbon savagely behind myhead. "Maybe you'll listen while I explain a few things to you!"My elbows and knees were already starting to ache from the strain.