‘I told you four years ago the person I thought I was in love with left me. We had been together for just over two years. We met in New York where I... was living at the time, working for one of my uncles and learning the ropes. Suzanne was stunning, blond, tall and highly strung. She loved to party, to be the centre of attention, and I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She moved in with me a couple of months after we met, and it didn’t take me long to realise she had a serious drug. Betsy’s mother delivered her as the oldest child when she was age fourteen. She had several more, again with uncertain certain paternity, before preventive surgery was available. This family line was rather matriarchal so technicalities like paternity didn’t matter much to them.There was apparently a dominant genetic trait for the females to have an overpowering urge to breed. Betsy was true to form, being discovered by her mother engaged in coitus with two neighbor brothers and their. I watched her dress , she wore an above the knee skirt and blouse. Her legs were bare and she wore heels. I asked if she had panties on. She said yes a thong. She told me there's an extremely good chance she was fucking him tonight so I needed to be away. I left when she did and headed to the mall. I like walking around looking at the ladies. This time of the year they often wear tight shorts or short skirts. I spent three hours walking around and decided to ride by the house to see if there. “Like you wanted these again,” She said, using her hands as visual aids for her breasts. “You won’t be the last, Chad…”“Yes. I was,” I said being truthful.“Ha. At least you’re honest. Come with me.”I got my bag and followed her outside the room, where all of a sudden she plants a passionate kiss on me. I kiss back. It was a relatively short kiss. She broke it off, biting her lip, and saying this simply:“Meet me in the dance hall. Fuck me, daddy.”Not long after that, in the dance hall…“Mmm, mmm….