Her near-do-well husband had suffered the fatal consequences of chronic alcoholism and died young from a massive gastrointestinal bleed. The household... ran well, governed by a curious set of firm, even rigid guide lines that operated hand-in-hand with a certain relaxed, laissez-faire attitude. My aunt's family had nearly equal boys and girls, but several of the girls were clustered together in age, right around my own.My time on the farm is better described as a "working vacation," for there. .fuck… I’ve seen men killed for less.”“Look, he’s not perfect. But he’s the father of my children. He’s still my man.”“That ain’t a man. Listen to me. Anyone who does this...” He moved his hand gently across his scars, staring straight into her eyes. “,,,isn’t a man.”Time seemed to freeze as his coarse fingers drifted across her arms. He traced the scars up, until he reached her neck, his fingers wrapping lightly around the side.“And you are, Merlyn?”“Well, I’m not perfect, but I would never. .. to make me happy." Kelly's hand moved nonstop, as she molested Debbie's clitoris with skill and expertise."Please, please Kelly ... don't do that. No more!" Don't you want to make me happy?" Aaahhh, yeeaa ... yes, oh yes." You know how to make Mistress happy!" I do, oh, I do, but... ?" Oh sweetie, I feel it ... your belly. You're cumming all over Ronny's cock. You're Ronny's bitch." Oh God, no, no!" Debbie was very familiar with what happened once she reached a certain aroused state.. ” I said as the tears were already starting to roll out the corners of my eyes and onto my cheeks. “I love you.” Michael said. “You have no idea how much I love you.” “I love you.” I whispered as Michael started to enter me. It caused me to roll my head back and inhale and an involuntary moan slipped from my lip. Every nerve in my body woke up and told my brain that a new sensation was being felt. The feeling of Michael’s penis sliding into my body was incredible. It may have been the fact my.